THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON SMOKE BREAK

They pulled himself out to the curb. One of Reds were waiting. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and stale cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long puff, and let out a clouda plume. He sat back on his pickup, watching the street go by. barking at a squirrel passed him up Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to enter the mike ty