IRON MIKE'S SMOKE BREAK

He pulled the old rig out to the curb. A whole pack of Reds were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and stale cigarettes. Mike lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He rested back on his pickup, watching the world go by. A dog cruised by Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to en