By Conrad Dahm

HIGH STREET—The smell of cheap beer, old cigarettes, and urine fills the air. The lawn is decorated with empty cans of Old Milwaukee, Natural Light, and Twisted Tea. The living room has one old couch, a beer-die table, and a stolen chair from outside the HSSC. The floors creak with every step and the one bathroom is full of Axe 8-in-1 Soap. Welcome to 42069 High Street, or as the tenants call it, “the bastion of self-gov.” Or, as the landlord calls it, “420 Hell Street.”