Everyone has that special place where they flee when they're stressed or depressed. Mine is the den I constructed in my basement where I hide from my wife, kids, and life in general. Where combos may be practiced uninterupted by nagging and screaming on a 47 inch flat screen on the couch and the mini fridge is stocked with beer and cherry DR. Pepper because I like to alternate. Where occasionally I like to look up from games and admire all the junk I've collected over the years on my shelf and roam naked. Who else has built a sanctuary for themselves so they might hide from everything.