MIKE'S IRON BREAK TIME

He pulled the old rig out to the curb. A whole pack of Chesterfields were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and cheap cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long puff, and let out a clouda plume. He rested back on his pickup, watching the world go by. walked by rolled on down the road Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blen