I was tired from little sleep and from standing in line at the post office forever and from walking to the bank and to Walgreens and to the grocery store, and under this tired, exhausted state of mind, an apparition appears. On the corner of Grand and Manhattan, there is some road work going on. It was just ending for the day. One of the workers, ripped like a cartoon superhero, pecs as big as breasts, hot as hell, had just taken off his shirt and was wiping himself down with his shirt, slowly soaking up the sweat off of his chest, slowly, slowly, slowly. The slow motion effect of it made it seem even more like the softcore scene it was.
I slowed down my pace to a crawl to witness as much of this as possible. I did not know my eyes were so hungry. It was an unreal sight and made me so horny.
...and visions of sugarplums danced in his head.