MIKE'S IRON CIGARETTE INDULGENCE

They pulled that tank out to the curb. One of Chesterfields were ready. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and burnt cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long drag, and let out a clouda plume. He sat back on his pickup, watching the world go by. just sniffing the air sped past Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to climb aboa