MIKE'S IRON BREAK TIME

He pulled the old rig out to the curb. A whole pack of Chesterfields were waiting. 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 leaned back on his pickup, watching the world go by. barking at a squirrel A few cars Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Pr