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 tang of diesel and stale cigarettes. Mike lit up, took a long puff, and let out a clouda plume. He rested back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. barking at a squirrel A few cars Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to step into the ring with