This story is part of Image’s October Abundance issue, reveling in indulgence, maximalism and the deliciously impractical. On a Wednesday evening in August, Celeste Perkins walked into El Atacor #1 in Cypress Park holding a towering three-tiered cake, frosted in American buttercream and airbrushed in oversaturated hues of red, green and blue. Thick, excessive piping created an otherworldly texture on the cake’s surfaces. Metallic candy pearls gleamed under the fluorescent lights. The dessert’s colors and exuberance took inspiration from the playful, acid-dream paintings of Angeleno artist Isaac Psalm Escoto, also known as Sickid, for whom the cake was made. Escoto, Perkins’ best friend, was turning 27 and having his birthday party at the legendary fried potato taco joint. El Atacor #1 is frequented by kids from the neighborhood, who play with the vintage pinball machines, and drunken overflow from one of the bars down the street. That evening, a member of the latter group caught his eye on Perkins’ cake and started to get excited. “Cut the cake!” the stranger called across the room to …