The Smokehouse of Iron Cigarette Indulgence
This fella pulled the old rig out to the curb. One of Reds were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and cheap cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He rested back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. walked by A few cars Tyson Vapor: Championship Tast