The Journy of Paul

There was a time in my life when I worked as a corrections officer. For me, this was a bitter sweet job. There were some really great moments and some really horrible ones too. Many inmates came and gone, most were harmless people full of empty threats. Others, a few, you could count on them carrying out their threats. There were always some that you feared. You knew they could and most likely would go off on you, lose their composure and attack. One such inmate, Jones, was this short fellow, a walking muscle I liked to call him. He bench pressed well over 300 pounds. I could envision him tearing a door off its hinges with little effort as well as my head. Somehow, I become the designated person when it came time to lock inmates up. Yes, I know, sounds crazy, locking inmates up. After all I was working in a prison, how on earth do you lock someone up who is already locked up? Well, I worked in minimum security institute. Lock up meant sending them straight to maximum security. Whe...