Tiny House of Respite
The work I do is very taxing. While mostly DTES folks are being cool and living their lives, every once in a while things go straight to rat shit and I have to deal with it. Bear spray, personality disorder Jenga, and so much yelling you'd think people were getting paid by the decibel.
I find I need to be somewhere where not a soul is going to bug me in order to relax. Scary West Van? Don't care. Under a bridge? Don't care. Rainy? Don't care. What it must have is a door with the only existing key in the entire universe clasped in my grimy little paw on the side of the door the rest of humanity isn't.
That must be attained. And it shall. The one key. The only known antidote to rat shit.