I like the way I hate the Boston metro subway train. It's actually called The T, I think short for train, but I know it doesn't matter much to me anyway. I like the way that subway train sounds: The Screech, The Dust, The "HEY! Do not touch my ****!" The question: "How could they possibly have put another advertisement up there?" There's a person at the counter saying "ma'am, your ticket didn't go through" and there is a baby crying and someone else who's rich and probably, they're whining. There's a person reading something and I crane my head to look and I'm disappointed it's just another stupid John Grisham book. It's all the same: the way I like to hate the Boston metro subway train.