MIKE'S IRON BREAK TIME

He pulled himself out to the curb. A of Marlboros were waiting. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and stale cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long drag, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He sat back on his pickup, watching the street go by. wagging its tail cruised by Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to step into