First of all, let’s talk about the smell. It’s real, and it’s powerful. As I waited for the light to change, crossing Main Street on First toward City Hall, the smell began to waft over to me. It was a thick mixture of unwashed skin, week old garbage, and the sickly sweet odor of shit. As I entered the park it became overpowering. I wasn’t sure how long I could take it. The smell acts as a guardian at the gates of Occupy L.A., testing the mettle of all intruders.