Bedpan Park

I'm a tiny parked nestled where Sunset Blvd. meets Griffith Park Blvd. My main attraction is a fountain shaped like a giant bedpan, with three smaller bedpans flowing gloriously into me. I am dedicated to the inventor of the bedpan, the great Mildred P. Flaggerty. All kinds of people like to hang out in me, esp the kings and queens of Crestmont Arms. Sometimes confused people shit in me. I am the impromptu stage of the Puppetmaster, whose daily repetoire consists of anything from a raging, psychotic ballet, accompanied by an umbrella and large quantities of crystal meth, to simply an installation peice of Puppetmaster face down in the dirt, not moving for 24 hours. I am trying to be renovated by the Triangle Park Project, who has such lofty ideas for me as planting grass on me. I collect strange artifacts like baby toys and Mexican children. Almighty and Two Gallants play on me and lots of beer cans stay behind. I am tired of looking at the 99cent store and I wish Being Alive would open. SO, Being Alive opened, it's now called Cliff's Edge, its beautiful.