IRON MIKE'S CIGARETTE INDULGENCE

He pulled the old rig out to the curb. A of Marlboros were ready. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and stale cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a clouda plume. He rested back on his pickup, watching the world go by. wagging its tail passed him up Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to climb aboard