MIKE'S IRON SMOKE BREAK

They pulled himself out to the curb. A whole pack of Reds were ready. 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 leaned back on his pickup, watching the street go by. just sniffing the air passed him up Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to climb aboard