I was at a small party in Needle Park- the trees concealing the trash cans lit on fire as well as some druggies on the ground fighting their lives. I watched smoking a cigarette- noticing a young girl sitting next to a man- her being much to drunk for him to be touching her the way he was. She was sitting on the dirt ground against a tree as his hand started to inch up her shirt to which she tried to push him off. He didn’t listen. I stood and stalked over as soon as I saw her resistance.