THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON SMOKE BREAK

He pulled the old rig out to the curb. A whole pack of Reds were waiting. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and stale cigarettes. Mike lit up, took a long puff, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. barking at a squirrel passed him up Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prep