IRON MIKE'S CIGARETTE INDULGENCE

He pulled that tank out to the curb. One of Reds were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and burnt cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long puff, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He sat back on his pickup, watching the world go by. barking at a squirrel A few cars Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare