MIKE'S IRON CIGARETTE INDULGENCE

He pulled himself out to the curb. One of Marlboros were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and stale cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long drag, and let out a clouda plume. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. A dog A few cars Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to step into the ri