THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON CIGARETTE INDULGENCE

He pulled himself out to the curb. A whole pack of Chesterfields were waiting. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and burnt cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He sat back on his pickup, watching the street go by. wagging its tail passed him up Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste