THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

This fella pulled the old rig out to the curb. A of Reds were ready. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and burnt cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a clouda plume. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the street go by. just sniffing the air A few cars Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to step into