THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON SMOKE BREAK

They pulled that tank out to the curb. A whole pack of Reds were ready. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and stale cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long drag, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the world go by. just sniffing the air A few cars Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare