THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON CIGARETTE INDULGENCE

He pulled that tank out to the curb. A whole pack of Marlboros were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and stale cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long drag, and let out a clouda plume. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. wagging its tail sped past Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare