MIKE'S IRON BREAK TIME

This fella pulled the old rig out to the curb. A of Reds were waiting. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and stale cigarettes. Mike lit up, took a long whiff, 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 enter the octagon