IRON MIKE'S BREAK TIME

They pulled the old rig out to the curb. A whole pack of Marlboros were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and burnt cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a clouda plume. He rested back on his pickup, watching the street go by. walked by sped past Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to