MIKE'S 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 tang of diesel and stale cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long drag, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the world go by. A dog passed him up Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare