I didn't let Mike smoke in the apartment when I was home so he would go downstairs in front of the building and talk to the doorman or tenants walking their dogs. But when it was too cold for that (he was a California kid after all,) he simply slipped into the stairwell.
"That's one of the weird things about the psyche. We repeat old behavior because it's comfortable and fulfills predictions; we're not taken by surprise. It may suck but it's a case of, 'The devil you know is better than the one you don't. Also, we may want to get it right this time.'"
I'm sure this constant upheaval as he was growing up was one reason that even as an adult, Mike never stayed in one place very long: After leaving his home of Los Angeles, he moved to Ashland followed by Venezuela, Brooklyn, Los Angeles again, Sebastopol, Colorado, (where he must have been thrilled to return,) Calistoga.