IRON MIKE'S 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 aroma of diesel and burnt cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He rested back on his pickup, watching the street go by. A dog cruised by Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare