MIKE'S IRON BREAK TIME

This fella pulled the old rig out to the curb. A whole pack of Chesterfields 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 leaned back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. barking at a squirrel sped past Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend P