This is the kind of stuff that makes you thrill inside when the DOW drops and the president of the United States starts saying shit like, "this sucker is gonna go down." You imagine (fantasize) what it would be like if the market tanked so far down that you take over this building in some kind of Blade Runneresque orgy with all of your arty friends, building impromptu fireplaces on the protruding balconies, and climbing the stairs 'cause there isn't enough money to fix the elevators. I mean, who the eff are the people who get to live in this awesomeness? If it's some Saudi with 6 hijabed wives, 24 kids, and a dozen Phillipina maids, I am SO gonna go United 93 on this crap!