MIKE'S IRON SMOKE BREAK

They pulled the old rig out to the curb. A whole pack of Reds were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and burnt cigarettes. Mike lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a clouda plume. He sat back on his pickup, watching the world go by. barking at a squirrel A few cars Tyson Vape: Knockout Flavor Prepare to ente