Come on in. I am the stud whose reflection you see in the medicine cabinet mirror while shaving. As I have said, they call me Horn. I guess because I play a horn in the band. I am getting ready for the day’s activities.
Work? Not really. I fell into that dream job come true. I awake every day, slightly tired, but I can’t wait to get back to my new friends and the best stuff of life. This life is so exciting that I can’t wait to see what comes next. We have to be at work at three o’clock in the afternoon every day except on Sunday, which is unusual for a restaurant / nightclub / dance hall business. Of course, this is not the typical place for entertainment and eating.
. . . Several of us who work at High Times live here in this apartment. We feel like a family, although we are not related.
Why has High Times lured Horn and his fellow employees? What is in this place that makes it unique? Is this everything they have hoped for? Read on to find out…