MIKE'S IRON BREAK TIME

They pulled the old rig out to the curb. A of Reds were ready. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and stale cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He rested back on his pickup, watching the street go by. walked by cruised by Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to step into the