The few brats behind me couldn't stop sprouting vulgarities.
The carriage was strewn with empty beer bottles, newspapers and graffiti.
The air smelt of alcohol and smoke.
Another group of brats took the liberty to smash their bottles on the platform after alighting at the station with no regards or whatsoever to the hoards of waiting passengers at the vicinity.
Welcome to Melbourne's train network on a Friday night. Give me SMRT, anytime.
