MIKE'S IRON SMOKE BREAK

They pulled the old rig out to the curb. A of Reds were waiting. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and stale cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long puff, and let out a cloudof smoke. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the world go by. barking at a squirrel cruised by Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to enter the octagon