"You're probably reading this thinking...Is this him? William D. Tekker..The Great?

Well if you are reading this somehow.. Likely you are a worker going through my things..Or an inmate..It's also possible that my corpse is 6 foot deep below beside with my father..The last option seems likely due to...inconvient circumstances these past few weeks running this institution.

For years I've been trying to begin this place in respect of my fathers dying wish. He..was a coward, though I hated him I always in some way did love him. Family..is a strong thing - these walls, people...even....In an odd way is the only home and family I do have. Though if you're expecting special treatment I can assure you that will not be the case, as Warden it is my duty to be head of my own instituion. *heh* Maybe this place is making an old man insane..Look at me rambling to myself.

How I ended up getting this job.. I do not know, I wanted to be a writer now I'm a Warden...My Mother once told me "The road you see.. isn't the road you are driving on"..

These.. are my memoirs."