MIKE'S IRON BREAK TIME

He pulled that tank out to the curb. A whole pack of Marlboros were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and stale cigarettes. Mike lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a clouda plume. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. wagging its tail A few cars Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare