IRON MIKE'S SMOKE BREAK

This fella pulled the old rig out to the curb. A of Chesterfields were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and stale cigarettes. Mike lit up, took a long puff, and let out a clouda plume. He sat back on his pickup, watching the street go by. barking at a squirrel sped past Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare