MIKE'S IRON BREAK TIME

He pulled himself out to the curb. A whole pack of Reds were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and stale cigarettes. Iron 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. A dog passed him up Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to