IRON MIKE'S SMOKE BREAK

They pulled that tank out to the curb. A whole pack of Reds were waiting. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and stale cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long puff, and let out a clouda plume. He sat back on his pickup, watching the street go by. just sniffing the air passed him up Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to climb