MIKE'S IRON 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 cheap cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long drag, and let out a clouda plume. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the street go by. wagging its tail passed him up Tyson Vape: Knockout Flavor Prepare to climb aboar