Cockfight (thing)

When I would run over in Elysian Park, after I first moved here to LA, I had this loop I would do which I called the Ho Chi Minh Trail. As I loped through the the subtropical triple-canopy jungle that overlooked Interstate 5, my dumb transplanted hillbilly ass would see sights and wonders:

• Treetopping overflights by the LAPD police helicopters
• Improvised shelters constructed from interwoven treelimbs and cardboard, inhabited by illegal immigrants from Central America
• Wounded pit bulls that had escaped from a dogfight (that's what the mace was for)
• 15 year old mexican hustlers giving old white guys blow jobs
• The constant rippling of automatic gunfire from the nearby Los Angeles Police Academy
• Actually jogging into and interrupting an honest-to-god Cockfight. Many, many latino gentlemen were upset with me. Thus the inspiration for this writeup.

Eventually, I gave it up for the astonishing solitude of Griffith Park...