MIKE'S IRON BREAK TIME

He pulled that tank out to the curb. A of Chesterfields were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and burnt cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a clouda plume. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the street go by. wagging its tail passed him up Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepa