THE SMOKEHOUSE OF IRON BREAK TIME

They pulled himself out to the curb. A whole pack of Reds were stashed in his pocket. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and stale cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long whiff, and let out a cloudof smoke. He sat back on his pickup, watching the world go by. barking at a squirrel cruised by Tyson Vapor: Championship Taste Prepare