The most beautiful thing

On the A train home from the airport at 5:30am I didn’t expect to see this most beautiful thing. A sequoia of a man with graying, shoulder-length dreadlocks sat across from me for half an hour. He was either going to or coming from a construction job that covered his clothes in white plaster, but his hands were spotless. After looking around really attentively for a while, he took out half of a grapefruit that’d been carefully peeled to the white pith. With more gusto than I’ve ever seen anyone eat anything, the man went to town on that juicy grapefruit like he was eating pussy.
It reminded me of this album cover, but was infinitely better:

I went out and bought grapefruit the next day. Does that make me gay?

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