IRON MIKE'S BREAK TIME

This fella pulled the old rig out to the curb. A of Reds were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and stale cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long drag, and let out a clouda plume. He rested back on his pickup, watching the street go by. wagging its tail A few cars Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare