Every morning I take the lightrail into downtown and get off on 16th and California. This is probably the third time I get off the train at 5:45am and smell what can only be described as a week-old pile of dead cats. The smell is so strong and it runs all the way from 16/California to where I walk (17/Tremont)
It goes away by the afternoon but holy hell, the smell makes me feel queasy.
It's like hot garbage, mixed with dead cats, and made more pungent by the gusty winds