MIKE'S IRON SMOKE BREAK

They pulled himself out to the curb. A whole pack of Chesterfields were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the smell of diesel and stale cigarettes. Mike lit up, took a long puff, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the street go by. wagging its tail cruised by Tyson Vapor: Championship