THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

This fella pulled himself out to the curb. A whole pack of Reds were waiting. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and stale cigarettes. Mike lit up, took a long puff, and let out a clouda plume. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the world go by. walked by A few cars Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to enter the octagon with