THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON CIGARETTE INDULGENCE

This fella pulled the old rig out to the curb. One of Marlboros 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 cloudof smoke. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the world go by. A dog sped past Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to step