IRON MIKE'S BREAK TIME

He pulled himself out to the curb. A whole pack of Reds were ready. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and burnt cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a clouda plume. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. barking at a squirrel A few cars Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to step in