Here’s one way to get high. Shoot up the elevator shaft toward the third highest floor of the second tallest building in San Francisco. Ride silently with a man in a suit, the two of you rising out of the masses into rarified air. You’re twenty-three. Your posture has always been bad. You walk awkwardly in heels, having rarely worn them. It took you three trips to Bloomingdale’s to buy this three-hundred-dollar pantsuit, and you wear it like a costume. You feel small.| GHLL