THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

They pulled that tank out to the curb. A whole pack of Marlboros were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and stale cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a clouda plume. He rested back on his pickup, watching the world go by. A dog sped past Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to step int