Woodrow Wilson

I used to live in this park. I have some beautiful memories of this place and some painful ones. It's a strange place to be at 3am, the shadows move weird and the trees change shape. It's almost as if it's breathing. Then again the entierty of San Pedro has an almost esoteric kinda magic or darkness to it. One time I was looking for nothing in particular in the dumpsters they would keep in the parking lot that separates the upper and lower park and I opened one up and there was a fully grown adult deer inside dead and bloated. The smell was horrendous my reaction was to slam the dumpster lid and walk away. I remember the skin around the deers lips and eys had decomposed, so it looked like it was staring wildly at me grinning. I considered maybe I was hallucinating. I often considered I was hallucinating when strange things would happen there but come morning rime another homeless person was talking about it also and collaborated the almost heinous or malevolent smile that death had brought upon this animals face.