IRON MIKE'S SMOKE BREAK

They pulled the old rig out to the curb. A whole pack of Marlboros were waiting. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and cheap cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a clouda plume. He rested back on his pickup, watching the world go by. wagging its tail sped past Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to enter