IRON MIKE'S SMOKE BREAK

He pulled the old rig out to the curb. A whole pack of Reds were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and stale cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a clouda plume. He sat back on his pickup, watching the world go by. A dog passed him up Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to climb ab