MIKE'S IRON BREAK TIME

He pulled himself out to the curb. A whole pack of Chesterfields were ready. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and stale cigarettes. Iron Mike 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 rolled on down the road Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare