MIKE'S IRON BREAK TIME

They pulled the old rig out to the curb. One of Chesterfields were waiting. 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 sat back on his pickup, watching the world go by. barking at a squirrel A few cars Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepar