THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

He pulled that tank out to the curb. A whole pack of Chesterfields were ready. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and burnt cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long puff, and let out a clouda plume. He sat back on his pickup, watching the street go by. walked by rolled on down the road Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to enter