MIKE'S IRON CIGARETTE INDULGENCE

They pulled that tank out to the curb. One of Reds were ready. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and cheap cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long puff, and let out a clouda plume. He sat back on his pickup, watching the street go by. wagging its tail passed him up Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare to step into the ring