Wolf Eyes's blog: "thoughts and shit"

the job Current mood: contemplative Category: Writing and Poetry He drives to work day in and day out. While he's on his way to his job his mind is racing with thoughts of what if. Walking in things seem different today the air is thick and heavy you could almost cut it with a butter knife. 3 hours later the tension is bout to explode he removes himself out of his current location and into a safe location his instincts are telling him to get out. 10 minutes later it happens it kicks off. They are going crazy yet he maintains his cool. This is HIS building and these guys are NOT getting out. What is this man you ask, well he's a correctional officer NOT a prison guard. Yes thats what most people know him as but he's a proffesional. They are getting worse the middle wing is on fire and they are trying to break the glass on the emergency exit. Calmly he gets back on the radio J-3 to radio picket. Radio picket comes back Radio picket go ahead J-3. He keys up and calmly says radio picket this is officer brown on J-3 the inmates are now trying to break the glass on the emergency door requesting b response be activated, and then a pound on the front door, his gray wave has showed up. As he briefs his lt. he comes back on the radio J-3 officer brown to radio picket i am relinquishing command to lieutenant. 10 minutes later the gas is flying in the wing and the cloud is so thick you cant even see out of the pod. He and the team go in and restrain the inmates and lead them out of the gas. After everything has settled down and the shift has passed he's walking out and hears that last clang of that last crash gate and knows that through the actions and the unsung heroism that night another night has passed that he knows he has done his job. The job not everyone can do and many have failed at, and thats keeping the worst of society behind that perimeter fence. At anyone time he knows he's outnumberd at least 30 to one but yet he walks out. He walks out with his pride and integrity in check and intact. Correctional officers are truely the unsung hero's of law enforcement we are outnumbered and though not on the front lines we are still in one of the most dangerous proffessions there is. Next time your in texas and you see a man or a woman wearing the gray uniform stop and thank them if it wasnt for them the worst of society would STILL be in society.

he wakes up with the sun just coming over the land he makes his cup of coffee and sits on the front porch the cool autumm west texas air nips at his boots while he drinks his coffee and smokes his cigeratte as the steam rises off the coffee as he takes a sip and looks over his land. Many generations before him have worked this land and provided for their family as he is doing now. It was handed down to him from his daddy and his daddy's daddy before him this land is his blood he weeps with it and rejoices with it through drought and floods tornadoes and hailstorms they are one.

the depression slips in as he sits alone on the weekend for the first time in over a month actions in anger were taken and words were said that fill him with regret a mixutre of boredom depression and alcohol drive him crazy thoughts race and feelings explode why does this always happen why is it that this marine cant ever get a grasp on his temper and fears till its too late maybee she will forgive but till then he will sit alone not knowing what to do...

Ok im new to this lost cherry page what does what who is who and How do i find more friends in my area someone help im bout as lost and confused as a virgin in a whore house lol