This book is for Emma and Sammie, who bring me to life every single day.
For the past few years, people have asked if I would ever write an autobiography. Mostly I’ve laughed at the idea. Who would want to read about my life? As time has gone on, though, I know there’s a very specific time frame that everyone is interested in. In this book, I finally gave in and wrote down those events.
Maybe now the questions will stop.
You might question how I seem to remember dialogue word for word. As you’ll see, I have a very good memory, and if I couldn’t remember the exact words, I sure as hell remember the tone and nature, so how I’ve written things is very close, if not exactly what happened.
I’ve also included some stories for which I wasn’t present. That’s the result of a bit of research, a few phone calls and emails, and so on. It’s as precise as I could make it.
Sometimes I don’t come across as a particularly nice guy. I’ll have to live with that.
For now, it’s good enough that I write the truth about what happened as best I can. Maybe now I’ll be able to sleep without nightmares.
I want to offer my sincere thanks to Warden Alan Richman for providing access to the facilities I needed to write this book.