THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

He pulled himself out to the curb. One of Marlboros were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and cheap cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. walked by A few cars Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare