THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON SMOKE BREAK

He pulled himself out to the curb. One of Chesterfields were waiting. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and cheap cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long drag, and let out a clouda plume. He rested back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. A dog rolled on down the road Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to climb aboard