Several years back, I had the opportunity to step out onto the decaying elevated rail line that runs along tenth avenue on Manhattan’s west side. Inundated with six foot high weeds, raised thirty feet above the city streets, and closed to the public it seemed like the perfect hide out for one to indulge in whatever type of debauchery served their purpose, as evidenced by the many empty bottles of forty ounce Old English 800 and pints of Night Train (which, by the way, is the only train that has been on those tracks since 1980) . Slated for demolition in the late ’90′s, until the Friends of the High Line formed to save the structure and turn it into a beautiful park that holds a unique perspective of the city, it’s like being on a twenty block long rooftop. So you can still go up there and get high, thirty feet at least (literally speaking) and high on the visuals of awesome architecture and wonderful wild looking gardens. I had a special treat when I took my mother and and we walked right past the second story apartment she grew up in. If you do visit, and I HIGHly recommend that you do, perhaps you might like to buy a t-shirt or pin to show a little support. Go get High!