IRON MIKE'S SMOKE BREAK

He pulled himself out to the curb. A of Chesterfields were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and stale cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long puff, and let out a clouda plume. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the street go by. A dog A few cars Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to enter the octa