Ed Buck is a LONG time WeHo, chicken hawk aficionado. He preys on homeless men who are sleeping in Plummer Park, or who loiter at the Target/Starbucks courtyard on Santa Monica & La Brea.
The media is framing this as if Ed’s some independently wealthy bachelor, who targets only black men. NOT so. Ed targets anyone who is willing to party with him, black, white, Asian, Trans, straight or gay.
Ed is not wealthy, far from it. No one is sure how he gets his money, but I’m gonna assume he had an old school annuity with either the city, county, state, Fed, or worked in a company that offered excellent 401K matches, as many did back in the 70s, 80s, and even the 90s. He is also, most probably receiving SS payments.
From what I’ve been told, Ed is known to have access to the best meth in town, & always has it on hand. There’s an older, white, homeless guy named Marcus, who’s been partying with Ed for years, and you know precisely when he’s been at Ed’s, because he is usually wearing the long-johns, and the same exact boots that the black guy is wearing in some photos in the DM. I guess Ed either gets high as fuck, & gives away his clothes, or he buys these guys clothing. I have seen the boots on Marcus, & can personally attest to the fact that they are high quality- actually, the jeans and the flannel shirts he has given Marcus throughout the years are high quality as well. I know this, because I gave Marcus several winter coats, food, and money myself, for many years, until he attempted to smash my car’s rear window with a bat. I’m pretty sure he was high on meth when that happened, btw. And yes, I called the Sheriff’s Department & pressed charges. Never spoke to Marcus again. And yes, I’m an idiot for giving shit away to strangers, but I’ve always been a sucker when it comes to helping others. Sue me.
Back in the early 2000s, I befriended a neighbor who was HIV +, and was struggling with meth addiction. Another neighbor who knew I had been sober for many years (at that point-because I did relapse, but am presently sober & have been for years, now) introduced us, in hopes that I’d take him to a meeting, which I did. Many meetings, in fact. Let’s call the neighbor who had a meth problem, “Bob”.
Bob struggled with addiction profoundly. He just couldn’t put more than 2 weeks sober. Anyhow, he ended up hooking up with Ed, as did Bob’s friend, “Simon”, who was a very handsome black man, & was also addicted to meth, however, had a high paying job, a house, and a brand new BMW. Bob was eventually evicted from his place, & I lost touch with him. Fast forward approximately 5 years. I ran into Simon at an AA meeting, & he told me that he had a few months sober. He had lost his job, his house, car, everything, & was living in a homeless shelter in DTLA. I bought him lunch, & gave him a ride to the homeless shelter. He told me that he’d been afraid of taking the bus to WeHo, because he dreaded running into Ed, & he believed that he would relapse if he did. I encouraged him to put his sobriety 1st, & to take things a day at a time. Never saw him again, but months later, Bob showed up at my place, unexpectedly. Surprisingly, he had been sober for 3 years, and was taking psych classes online, in order to become an addiction therapist. I told him that I had ran into Simon at a meeting, & that he was attempting to get his life back on track. Sadly, he said that Simon had relapsed, and had died from a meth overdose and had been found at deceased, Plummer Park.
I just came across this story, and I am stunned.
