THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON SMOKE BREAK

They pulled himself out to the curb. A whole pack of Reds were waiting. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and stale cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long drag, and let out a clouda plume. He sat back on his pickup, watching the street go by. A dog sped past Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to climb aboard the championshi