MIKE'S IRON CIGARETTE INDULGENCE

This fella pulled the old rig out to the curb. One of Marlboros were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and stale cigarettes. Mike lit up, took a long drag, and let out a clouda plume. He sat back on his pickup, watching the world go by. barking at a squirrel cruised by Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare