MIKE'S IRON BREAK TIME

He pulled the old rig out to the curb. One of Marlboros were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and burnt cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long drag, and let out a clouda plume. He sat back on his pickup, watching the street go by. A dog A few cars Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to step into the ring