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But he was growing up now and I decided to move out onto the patio. It may have also been that Sophia and I had no place to make-out except the car. I had seen these Japanese hotels which consisted in nothing but a space the size of a mattress. I liked the idea. So I thought I could build a box out on the patio and live in it. This I did.
There was a concrete patio in what we called the front of the house opposite the street, about the width of the building and extended about fifty feet out, ending in a sheer cliff which dropped down about forty feet. There was a four foot high chain link fence on either side of the property, on the west adjoining the property next door; and on the east another cliff about fifty feet down to a wide down sloping grass and weed strip adjoining the steeply inclined street. A four foot wood fence ran across the property along the cliff edge and all three fences were covered in vines. There was a vine covered trellis overhang about six feet high in the Northwest corner and under that and up against the two intersecting fences there I put my hut.
I built a box of two by fours about nine feet long and five feet wide, just big enough for a mattress, with a slant roof, four foot high on the back side and five foot high on the front. Bought a multi-pane wood window and a piece of thick Oak for the door at a reusable building materials place down on Bayshore Avenue. Covered the whole thing with plywood and then a layer of sheet-rock for the noise, which amazingly never deteriorated with a couple of coats of paint.
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