MIKE'S IRON CIGARETTE INDULGENCE

He pulled the old rig out to the curb. One of Reds were ready. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and burnt 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 world go by. A dog A few cars Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to climb aboard the cha