Before being gainfully employed as a mild mannered bureaucrat toiling mindlessly in the bowels of one of Corporate America's numerous cube farms, Rob Mosca was haunted by dreams of becoming an author. Envisioning a lush life of sleeping in until noon, courting delightfully sordid muses and growing a thick nicotine stained beard, he decided that the recent economic downturn was as good a time as any to quit his steady day job in order to write the Great American Novel. He has had no regrets in pursuing this new occupation save having to subsist on a steady diet of Ramen Noodles, Little Debbie snack cakes and copious amounts of Mad Dog 20/20. High Midnight is his first novel, an homage to the Midnight Movies he grew up on and the gritty pulp men's magazines he would peruse in the back of his grandfather's closet as a child. Currently moonlighting as a night club door man for 'walking around money,' he occasionally DJs and frequently blogs under the nom de guerre of Jack Babalon, in his adopted home town of Terminus, Ga.