THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

They pulled the old rig out to the curb. One of Reds were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and burnt cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long drag, and let out a clouda plume. He sat back on his pickup, watching the world go by. A dog A few cars Tyson Vape: Knockout Flavor Prepare to enter the octagon with