Broker: What a mess DTLA is.
Poet: You still blaming it in the property owners?
Broker: They certainly deserve some blame.
Poet: Is that so? How about on their deals where you made money?
Broker: I only added housing. And never removed it.
Poet: Oh yeah? What about when the cycle accelerated around DTLA?
Broker: You mean gentrification? – Things do get out of control. It’s sad.
Poet: I didn’t notice you crying when you ordered expensive Grappa and blew cigar smoke around that Beverly Hills patio at the top of Rodeo Drive.
Broker: Its well know that many Cuban revolutionaries and Black Panthers rode Cadillacs and smoked fine cigars.
Poet: Probably, like you, Che, ate a two -hour lunch of crab cakes, lobsters, baked potatoes and asparagus drenched in butter and took a two- hour nap prior to hooking up with Fidel.