THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

He pulled the old rig out to the curb. A of Reds were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and stale cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the street go by. A dog rolled on down the road Tyson Vape: Knockout Flavor Prep