MIKE'S IRON CIGARETTE INDULGENCE

This fella pulled the old rig out to the curb. One of Chesterfields were waiting. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and stale cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long drag, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. wagging its tail A few cars Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend