I think we need to bring Commandante Marco here from Chiapas! One of those ersatze 'luxury' buildings went up across the street from me. It took the building code violating developers five fucking years to put it up. I nearly collapsed laughin on the sidewalk one day when I overheard the city code inspectors unceremoniously informing the developers that "You know there are no currently manufactured windows that will fit those holes you made for windows don't you." Now when the ultra yuppoid arriviste who occupied the top floor duplex holds a patio party one floor up and directly across the street from me it sounds like it is right inside my own apartment. It is deplorable to see the very young tennants of that building actually skulk out the front door looking ultra self conscious hoping not to attract too much attention. At least still at this point they are the ones who feel like strangers in their own neighborhood.
I think I will probably hang out here as long as possible since I do enjoy overstaying at any kind of humiliation. I am sure at the first healthy sustained dive in the economy the luxury rentals will be verry hard to rent out and the present occupants will actually wake up and see they are total outsiders.