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From Bill Simon
In my Acknowledgments for
The Art of Deception
, I wrote about Kevin that
“this is not a work of fiction, although the central figure could be one I
might invent for a screenplay thriller. I built for this one-of-a-kind coauthor
a very healthy respect.” And I commented that “his working style differs
from mine so radically that one might wonder how we could have
coauthored a book and come out planning to do other projects together. We
have both stretched and learned and found pleasure in the intensely hard
work of turning his knowledge and experiences into a fun read.” Though
this, our third book together, has been by far the hardest on our friendship,
I’m happy to report that the friendship and mutual respect survived and
strengthened despite the sandpaper frictions of the process. I expect that this
book will last a long time; I expect our friendship will last as long or even
longer.
It would be hard to beat the talents of John Parsley as an editor.
Supportive but demanding, bringing out the best, always there when you
need him. John’s guidance has made this a better book, and I’m in his debt.
His estimable chief copyeditor, Peggy Freudenthal, proved to be a
champion—putting up with a challenging task, performing peerlessly, and
never losing her cool; Kevin and I are both indebted to her.
It’s never easy to finish a book without having my wife and companion
of so many years, the multitalented Arynne Simon, supporting me, cheering
me on, making me work just a little harder on finding the right phrase. But
her smiles still keep me going.
Agents Bill Gladstone and David Fugate both had a hand in making this
project come together. A tip of the hat to you both.
In addition to the input from Kevin, I’m grateful to those others who
helped fill in parts of the story—in particular Kevin’s mother, Shelly Jaffe,
and his grandmother Reba Vartanian; his ex, Bonnie; Assistant U.S.
Attorney David Schindler; Kevin Poulsen; former Pacific Bell Security
Investigator Darrell Santos; former Detective, now Chief David Simon, Los
Angeles Sheriff’s Department (and my twin brother). The book is richer for
their willingness to share. But I especially want to acknowledge the late
Justin Petersen, aka Eric Heinz, who was forthcoming in ways that went
beyond my expectations.
I especially want to recognize Sheldon Bermont for his contributions to
this book. And to grandchildren Vincent and Elena Bermont, whose smiles
and enthusiasms have helped keep me in a happy mood.
Finally—last mentioned, a place of honor—I extend a deep bow to
Charlotte Schwartz, who makes all the difference.
Me in my pre-hacking days, around age nine, when my hobby was performing magic tricks
(Shelly Jaffe)
Me at age twenty-one, with my mother in Stockton, California, 1984
With bride Bonnie Vitello at our wedding reception, June 1987
My hacking partner Lewis De Payne, around the time he and I first met Justin Petersen, aka
Eric Heinz, 1992
(Virgil Kasperavicius)
Justin Petersen aka Eric Heinz while working as an FBI informant trying to gather evidence
against me, 1992
(Count Zero aka John Lester)
The Soundex, or driver’s license image, that I obtained of Eric Heinz while he was tailing me
The Kinko’s location in Studio City, California, that the DMV investigators chased me from
on Christmas Eve, 1992
The cash register building housing the Denver law firm where I worked; in the foreground is
the apartment building where I lived
(Nick Arnott)
In Denver while on the run, April 1993, age twenty-nine
The apartment in Seattle where I was raided by the Secret Service and Seattle police, 1994
(Shellee Hale)
Mug shot on the day of capture, February 15, 1995, Raleigh, North Carolina
My prison ID card from Lompoc FCI, subject of international press after eBay yanked the item
for violating “community standards,” vastly raising interest—and raising the value to $4,000
Demonstration by my supporters outside the Miramax offices in 1998 protesting the depiction
of me in their feature film
Takedown (Emmanuel Goldstein,
2600
magazine)
Alex Kasperavicius posting a “Free Kevin” sticker at the Mobil gas station across the street
from the Metropolitan Detention Center on my thirty-fifth birthday, August 6, 1998
(Emmanuel Goldstein,
2600
magazine)
Holding up a bumper sticker from inside the Metropolitan Detention Center’s inmate law
library, in Los Angeles, to a crowd of “Free Kevin” supporters outside, on my thirty-fifth
birthday
(Emmanuel Goldstein,
2600
magazine)
In Lompoc Federal Correctional Institution visiting room, 1999, age thirty-six
The day I was released from Lompoc Federal Correctional Institution, January 21, 2000, age
thirty-six
(Emmanuel Goldstein,
2600
magazine)
Gift wrapping on the PowerBook G4 Steve Wozniak gave me in front of television cameras to
celebrate the end of my supervised release, January 2003
(Alan Luckow)
Apple cofounder Steve Wozniak, me, and Emmanuel Goldstein (founder of
2600
magazine)
on the television show
The Screen Savers,
celebrating the end of my supervised release,
making me a completely free man: January 20, 2003, age thirty-nine
(Courtesy of G4 TV)
Boys will be boys: me before cyberspace (Author’s personal collection)
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