The Day I Went South Instead Of North

At 21 I applied to be a prison guard. I’d passed all the paper testing, physical testing, and phycological testing, and the only step I had left was a polygraph test.

The morning of the polygraph test, I was stopped at a light, about to get on the freeway, when I asked myself if I really wanted to work in a prison. In the time it took for the light to ch…