MIKE'S IRON 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 aroma of diesel and stale cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. wagging its tail A few cars Tyson Vape: Knockout Flavo