IRON MIKE'S BREAK TIME

This fella pulled that tank out to the curb. A whole pack of Reds 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 cloudthat serpent's breath. He rested back on his pickup, watching the street go by. wagging its tail cruised by Tyson Vapor: Cham