I heard.what sounded like a chainsaw and luckily, looked out the window. I saw a plume of smoke going up into the sky like Mount Pinatubo – The Sequel. We had seconds to react and batten down the hatches before the cloud of death set upon us. No warning at all. Even though we got the windows closed, we could still taste that crap. Now I’m coughing like I’ve been smoking two packs a day for 40 years. That shit wasn’t cool at all.