lit up

My first cigar was
a challenge. Offered
by hand, from a friend
who'd become a stranger
over the years - and had
received good news. I took it
in that spirit,

not the other one. Bit
off the end,
spit out the plastic, drew
the thick, slender
stogie from the remainder of its cellophane
cradle, and examined

the end I'd bitten part off. Sufficient? Sufficient,
I judged.

So we lit up.

What happened next can only be described

by means
of rebus
puzzle.