MIKE'S IRON SMOKE BREAK

They pulled that tank out to the curb. A whole pack of Chesterfields were ready. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and cheap cigarettes. Mike lit up, took a long drag, and let out a clouda plume. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the street go by. barking at a squirrel A few cars Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to enter