"MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again, oh no "
To be honest, I've always hated the song. It's the kinda song I'd put on as I was laying in the bathtub ready to take the razorblade to my wrist, if ya catch my drift. Anyway, it always seemed 'dark' to me. Well, guess what - this is MacArthur Park now:
MacArthur Park has erupted into LA’s fentanyl ground zero - a collapsing, chaos-soaked war zone where overdoses hit by the hour, people die daily, crime crews corner the market - and what used to be a neighborhood park now teeters on the brink of total collapse.
The park, the largest green space in the district, now hosts an unknown number of unhoused people, though on most days it’s fair to estimate the population in the hundreds.
MacArthur’s unofficial “residents” are made comfortable by groups handing out food and even free crack pipes as part of “safe smoking” kits - with tens of millions of dollars coming from the city to support the park’s inhabitants. Unbelievable...
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