MIKE'S IRON BREAK TIME

They pulled that tank out to the curb. A of Reds were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and cheap cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long drag, and let out a clouda plume. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the street go by. just sniffing the air rolled on down the road Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste P