Subway Stories: Toxic Cloud of Poison Gas

The other day was on Fifth Avenue near the Empire State Building, out to get some lunch. There was a red light at the corner, so I had to wait. No big deal, except for what happened next.

As I stepped into the street, I passed a sewer grating. Well, up from that sewer, down by the subway, which I could hear rumbling underneath, a toxic cloud of gas emerged. Hot, skanky gas that was so awful, so horrendously vile that I almost vomited right there on the street.

Every once in a while yThe other day was on Fifth Avenue near the Empire State Building, out to get some lunch. There was a red light at the corner, so I had to wait. No big deal, except for what happened next.

As I stepped into the street, I passed a sewer grating. Well, up from that sewer, down by the subway, which I could hear rumbling underneath, a toxic cloud of gas emerged. Hot, skanky gas that was so awful, so horrendously vile that I almost vomited right there on the street.

Every once in a while you get a blast like that from underground, the fumes from decaying rats and boiling sewage, and the impact is so disturbing it haunts me to this day. If there’s a word that describes the desire to rip your own stomach out through your throat rather than gag up that regurgitate poison gas, then that’s the word I would I use to describe just how truly toxic that experience was.

I shudder just thinking about it ..

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