MIKE'S IRON BREAK TIME

He pulled the old rig out to the curb. A of Reds were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and burnt cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long drag, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He sat back on his pickup, watching the street go by. just sniffing the air passed him up Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend P