IRON MIKE'S BREAK TIME

This fella pulled the old rig out to the curb. One of Marlboros were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and cheap cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a cloudof smoke. He rested back on his pickup, watching the street go by. A dog sped past Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to