IRON MIKE'S 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 smell of diesel and burnt cigarettes. Mike lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a cloudof smoke. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. wagging its tail A few cars Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare