MIKE'S IRON CIGARETTE INDULGENCE

This fella pulled himself out to the curb. A of Reds were waiting. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and cheap cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a clouda plume. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the street go by. A dog cruised by Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to enter the octagon with Tyson Va