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Chapter 9<br />
OPENING DAY OF THE SILK ROAD<br />
This was it. Holy heck! Hello, 2011 . . . the end of January had finally arrived. It was more than<br />
a year since the snowflake of the idea had first landed on Ross; several months since he had<br />
realized it could actually work; weeks since he had shown Julia his covert shroomery. Now it was<br />
only a few hours before it was time to unveil the Silk Road to the world.<br />
To be safe, every detail had to be checked. The “product,” those small, scrumptious mushrooms<br />
in the big black garbage bag, were ready to go. (Ross had tested them in the woods with a friend to<br />
make sure they were good, and they were beyond amazing.) The back-end database and front-end<br />
code sat on a hidden server that Ross had given the nickname Frosty. A green logo of a camel<br />
welcomed visitors to the Amazon of drugs. Sure, the site was missing some features, but Ross was a<br />
start-up of one—he’d fix those in due time.<br />
And it was finally here. Opening day.<br />
Ross almost hadn’t made it to this moment—several times! First there was an absolutely, utterly,<br />
nauseatingly terrifying incident that had occurred just before the site was set to open, when Ross, by<br />
sheer fate, had almost ended up jail. Austin had been in the middle of a heat wave a few weeks<br />
earlier, and somehow there had been a water leak in the apartment housing his secret magic<br />
mushroom farm. The landlord had gone into the space to inspect the flood and instead had found<br />
Ross’s drug laboratory. Irate, the landlord called Ross to tell him the next phone call was to the local<br />
police. Ross tore through the space, trying to get everything out before the cops arrived, and<br />
thankfully screeched away just in time. When he returned home that evening, smelling rank from the<br />
mushroom residue, he was so shaken up it took Julia hours to calm him. The thought of what would<br />
have happened had he been caught was enough to put Ross on the edge of a panic attack.<br />
Still, that hadn’t deterred him from realizing his vision. As his shock morphed back into<br />
confidence, he knew he had to keep going. But the near run-in with the police wasn’t the only obstacle<br />
Ross had faced to get here.<br />
Besides the reality that he still had to manage Good Wagon Books, his nonprofit book business,<br />
and his five part-time employees, he had also continued his quest to code the site alone.<br />
The endless issues that had arisen when he tried to write the necessary code had left Ross so lost<br />
at times that he had no choice but to call an old friend, Richard Bates, whom he had met years earlier