I would hate to live in New York City. I go there about once a year for the holidays, and dread it to no end. Driving down there is impossible, so I gotta take the train. The train ride is like 2 1/2 hours. There's weirdos everywhere, sleeping on the train, living on the train, singing outloud. Once the train arrives in NJ I have to take another train from there to get to Penn Station in NYC. That ride is extremely crowded. Once you're in Penn Station you have to jump on the right subway car, and know if you want train A or E. Then you gotta listen to a muffled, mumbling voice explain your current location and where the next stop is, so you're forced to stare out the window and look around the grafitti on the walls for the location that is printed on the walls. You also gotta try to ignore the guy next to you snoring, the guy walking around peddling his wares, the other guy playing the flute, and the lady in the corner who is "relieving" herself. I could go on and on, but I think I made my point. And mind you, all this is on the way to the city. I didn't even get into the actual city yet.