After learning that the High Line is a robust source of public drinking citations, Gawker set out to collect illicit stories set on the boozed-up overpass. Their readers did not disappoint. One wrote: “I got finger-banged on a park bench on the High Line and then interrupted by security because the park was closed. So I guess the naughtiest thing I’ve ever done there is trespass after hours!” For the curious, that type of thing usually happens between 2 and 3 a.m. You can read the rest of the stories here.