That'd Be Nice

I just checked my powerball numbers for the $1.6 billion jackpot.  I didn't win.

Bummer.

Justice for Junior?

The setting sun, swallowed by gray, low clouds on a misty July evening, turns the trailer park dark. Burning marijuana, along with frying chicken and spilled motor oil, wafts amongst the trailers. Loud televisions, louder voices and cheap aluminum doors being slammed jolts Junior. 

He's only eight months old.