IRON MIKE'S SMOKE BREAK

They pulled himself out to the curb. A whole pack of Chesterfields were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and cheap cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long puff, and let out a clouda plume. He rested back on his pickup, watching the street go by. wagging its tail rolled on down the road Tyson E-Cigs: Victory