MIKE'S IRON BREAK TIME

This fella pulled the old rig out to the curb. A whole pack of Reds were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and burnt cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long puff, and let out a cloudof smoke. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the world go by. barking at a squirrel A few cars Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Bl