IRON MIKE'S BREAK TIME

They pulled that tank out to the curb. One of Marlboros were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and stale cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long drag, and let out a clouda plume. He sat back on his pickup, watching the street go by. walked by passed him up Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to step