THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON CIGARETTE INDULGENCE

This fella pulled the old rig out to the curb. A whole pack of Chesterfields were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and stale cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long drag, and let out a clouda plume. He sat back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. barking at a squirrel passed him up Tyson E-Cigs: V