THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON CIGARETTE INDULGENCE

He pulled the old rig out to the curb. One of Reds were waiting. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and cheap cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a cloudof smoke. He sat back on his pickup, watching the world go by. barking at a squirrel A few cars Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to climb aboard the