THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON CIGARETTE INDULGENCE

This fella pulled himself out to the curb. A whole pack of Chesterfields were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and burnt cigarettes. Iron Mike 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 cruised by Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepar