MIKE'S IRON CIGARETTE INDULGENCE

They pulled the old rig out to the curb. A of Chesterfields were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and stale cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a clouda plume. He sat back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. A dog cruised by Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to climb