THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON CIGARETTE INDULGENCE

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 tang of diesel and stale cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long puff, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He sat back on his pickup, watching the street go by. walked by rolled on down the road Tyson E-Cigs: V