THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON CIGARETTE INDULGENCE

They pulled himself out to the curb. One 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 cloudof smoke. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the world go by. barking at a squirrel A few cars Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare