MIKE'S IRON CIGARETTE INDULGENCE

He pulled himself out to the curb. A whole pack of Marlboros were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and stale cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He sat back on his pickup, watching the world go by. wagging its tail A few cars Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend