IRON MIKE'S CIGARETTE INDULGENCE

They pulled himself out to the curb. A of Chesterfields were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and stale cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a clouda plume. He sat back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. barking at a squirrel A few cars Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to