THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON CIGARETTE INDULGENCE

This fella pulled himself out to the curb. A whole pack of Chesterfields were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and stale cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long puff, and let out a cloudof smoke. He rested back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. A dog rolled on down the road Tyson E-Cigs: Victory B