Mike's Iron Break Time
He pulled the old rig out to the curb. A whole pack of Reds were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and cheap cigarettes. Old Man Iron lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the street go by. wagging its tail rolled on down the road Tyson Vape: