the thoughts of a correctional officer,after a really hard night at work.
want to hear something funny?i got home from work about an hr ago,i work from 6pm to 7am.i had to stand and stare at myself in the mirror for a few minutes.you see i was covered in dried blood(none of it mine),a black eye and busted lip.i reak of teargas and sweat.what i was wondering at the time was,who in thier right mind would do what i do for a living?all night long i have to put up with being called every name in the book,being attacked by angery men who want my blood on thier hands.each night while you are at home asleep i am at work,surounded by the worst men the world has to offer.i don't have to fight them every night but most nights i do.in my real life i am quiet and peaceful,with no stress or anger.i guess i get all my frustrations out at work.well i do get a paycheck every 2 weeks.funny isn't it?
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