MIKE'S IRON BREAK TIME

They pulled the old rig out to the curb. A of Marlboros were ready. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and stale cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long drag, and let out a clouda plume. He sat back on his pickup, watching the highway go by. walked by cruised by Tyson E-Cigs: Victory Blend Prepare to enter the octagon with Tyson