IRON MIKE'S BREAK TIME

They pulled that tank out to the curb. One of Marlboros were waiting. The air was thick with the tang of diesel and stale cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long puff, and let out a clouda plume. He rested back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. barking at a squirrel A few cars Tyson Vape: Knockout Flavor Prepare to climb aboard