THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON CIGARETTE INDULGENCE

This fella pulled himself out to the curb. A whole pack of Reds were waiting. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and stale cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long puff, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. walked by sped past Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare