THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

This fella pulled that tank out to the curb. A of Reds were ready. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and burnt cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a cloudof smoke. He rested back on his pickup, watching the street go by. barking at a squirrel A few cars Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to climb aboar