As if there are others out there. Among the sprawled drunks, Central American tortilla hawkers, hookers and dope fiends that lend LA’s MacArthur Park its Third World charm, we found this man enthusiastically feeding the ducks and geese some stale tortillas, which they went for reluctantly. Not quite as nauseating as watching french fry eating seagulls at City Island in the Bronx, but unsettling. We guess there are worse ways to kill an afternoon.