Remember as a kid when youd find hella inventive ways to hide all the shit you didnt want your parents to find? There was always that one spot where youd hide shit in your room. My spot was inside the boxspring of my bed. The "access slit" was on the side of the boxspring that was pushed up against the wall. NOBODY ever found shit!
Like, at first it would be a place to stash fireworks, and stolen chromecaps. Then in the pre-teen years that would be the place where the porn went. And when you got a little older, that same spot would be your hiding place for cigerettes, liquor, and weed.
I miss hiding my shit. There was a thrill factor to having contraband in the household my parents ran.