IRON MIKE'S CIGARETTE INDULGENCE

They pulled the old rig out to the curb. One of Marlboros were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and stale cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. just sniffing the air cruised by Tyson Vape: Knockout