THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

He pulled himself out to the curb. One of Marlboros were ready. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and cheap cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long drag, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the street go by. walked by A few cars Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to enter the octagon