MIKE'S IRON BREAK TIME

They pulled the old rig out to the curb. One of Reds were ready. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and burnt cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long puff, and let out a clouda plume. He sat back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. A dog passed him up Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to enter the octagon with Tyso