MIKE'S IRON CIGARETTE INDULGENCE

He pulled the old rig out to the curb. A whole pack of Chesterfields were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and cheap cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long drag, and let out a clouda plume. He rested back on his pickup, watching the street go by. A dog passed him up Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prep