IRON MIKE'S CIGARETTE INDULGENCE

They pulled the old rig out to the curb. A of Reds were ready. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and stale cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long drag, 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 Taste Prepare to climb aboar