MIKE'S IRON CIGARETTE INDULGENCE

He pulled that tank out to the curb. A of Reds were ready. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and stale cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long puff, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He rested back on his pickup, watching the street go by. A dog A few cars Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to climb aboard the champions