THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

They pulled himself out to the curb. A whole pack of Reds were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and stale cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a cloudof smoke. He sat back on his pickup, watching the world go by. just sniffing the air A few cars Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prep