MIKE'S IRON CIGARETTE INDULGENCE

He pulled the old rig out to the curb. One of Chesterfields were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and burnt cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long puff, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the street go by. just sniffing the air rolled on down the road Tyson Vape