IRON MIKE'S SMOKE BREAK

He pulled that tank out to the curb. A of Reds 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 world go by. wagging its tail passed him up Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to climb aboar