MIKE'S IRON BREAK TIME

He pulled himself out to the curb. A whole pack of Chesterfields were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and burnt cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long puff, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He sat back on his pickup, watching the world go by. walked by A few cars Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend