IRON MIKE'S CIGARETTE INDULGENCE

This fella pulled himself out to the curb. One of Reds were ready. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and burnt cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a clouda plume. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the world go by. A dog rolled on down the road Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to step into the rin