They drink from the L.A. River. They drink from plastic cups that melt in the sun. They call it hydration, healing, rebirth— But it’s runoff, residue, radiation in disguise. This city poisons slowly. One cup at a time. One breath at a time. Microplastics in your veins. Ghosts in your filters. You think you’re detoxing—but you’re soaking in it. “They Drink It Up” is a haunted rhythm from the underbelly of Los Angeles—where the wellness industry sells sickness and the river is a graveyard of chemicals, teeth, and memory. If you’re still thirsty, keep drinking. The ghosts are.