It's Chinatown

A horrible thing that happened: I was standing on the subway platform at my stop, East Broadway F train, Chinatown. On my way to a doctor’s appointment. Two Chinese guys were standing in front of me. The train arrived and just as it entered the station, one of the guys dove head first into the train so his head got caught between the platform and the train. It looked like he fainted--he collapsed stiffly like a tree falling--but it almost seemed like he did it on purpose. His head fit perfectly between the subway and the platform. In the break between every subway car, he would get smacked the head. A woman screamed: one of the worst sounds I’ve ever heard. His friend pulled him out and he sat up, cradling his head in his hands, blood pouring down the side of his head. It was like a chicken with its head cut off--there was no way the guy could have survived that but he had a little bit of life left in him. I left the station as people started crowding around him and I didn’t make it to my doctor’s appointment. That was bad. I write this story to bring a little joy into your day.