MIKE'S IRON BREAK TIME

He pulled the old rig out to the curb. A whole pack of Reds were waiting. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and stale cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a clouda plume. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the world go by. walked by sped past Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to step into the ring with