THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON CIGARETTE INDULGENCE

This fella pulled that tank out to the curb. One of Chesterfields were waiting. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and stale cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long puff, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He sat back on his pickup, watching the street go by. A dog cruised by Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to climb