It's plagued on one side by a soccer field with no seating, bathrooms with no doors on the stalls and no soap in the dispensers and to round out the category of shame the tressel is just to the other side where the junkies, tweakers and local vampires haunt. The local streets team has their beach crews shed here and you can almost bet there is someone shooting up behind it. If not, just wait for five minutes or follow the trail of needle caps. On the bright side, there is a skate park here. On Tuesdays you can catch dinner at the main building on the property with The Salvation Army and then walk up the street after waiting hours and stay at a crowded shelter where you can guarantee to be greeted at five in the morning by the sweet sounds of people with uncontrolled and rampant, symptomatic mental illness. These are also the exact people who frequent the "park." Too long, didn't read - It's a parking lot, really.