THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON SMOKE BREAK

They pulled that tank out to the curb. A whole pack of Chesterfields were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and burnt read more cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long drag, and let out a clouda plume. He sat back on his pickup, watching the street go by. just sniffing the air cruised by Tyson Vapor: Champion