IRON MIKE'S BREAK TIME

He pulled the old rig out to the curb. A of Reds were ready. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and burnt cigarettes. Mike lit up, took a long drag, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He rested back on his pickup, watching the world go by. barking at a squirrel A few cars Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to climb aboar