THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON CIGARETTE INDULGENCE

They pulled himself out to the curb. A of Marlboros were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and cheap cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a clouda plume. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the world go by. walked by A few cars Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to climb aboard