The postcard said: Meet me at the Bleeding

The postcard said: Meet me at the Bleeding Heart, Holborn. Don't wear a coat and bring the book with you - Dmitri.

Holborn had his uses for Dimitri, but only a few. There was the cigar trick and of course the Hiroshima Over Easy. Everyone thought they wanted to know what that was, but really

people were offended, but trying to be polite. It was still too soon for Hiroshima tricks. Dimitri smiled at Holborn knowing he was on borrowed time and lit the cigar.

BOOM! The end of the trick cigar exploded, showering Dimitri with confetti and fried rice. "Sorry, I thought it was a Havana Cigar," he remarked casually.

Isiah didn't know that Dimitri's father had been killed by an exploding cigar. So he wasn't prepared for the onslaught from Dimitri his casual comment elicited. Three years later,

Isiah remembered Dmitri's story. The head honcho was a disaster for the organization he worked for... and he smoked cigars! Just one Belvedere packed with more than flavor and

carcinogenic juiciness was one cigar too many. But despite Dmitri's warning, Isiah could not keep himself from lighting a Belvedere up behind the gas station men's room. The smoke

was evil smoke that turned people into

french fries. That was pretty much the end of their hopes and dreams, their careers, their family trees. Sure, some characters had to make jokes about condiments and roadkill, but

But wait: Not I! "No, Never.. How could I?"; I thought aloud. I only wanted to wrap this story up using as much punctuation as possible.