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enough, someone was.<br />
You could buy any drug imaginable, he saw—by his count 343 different kinds of drugs, to be<br />
precise. Black tar heroin, Afghan hash, some Sour 13 weed, and ecstasy. All for street prices; in some<br />
instances less expensive than street. You simply traded some cash for Bitcoins, traded some Bitcoins<br />
for drugs, and waited for the U.S. Postal Service to deliver your drugs.<br />
Adrian was skeptical, though, that if the Silk Road was real, anyone would actually buy drugs on<br />
the site. He registered an account on the forums under the username Adrian802 (802 was his area<br />
code from Connecticut, where he had grown up). He then posted a query asking if anyone would mind<br />
being anonymously interviewed for a story he was going to write about this defiant Web site.<br />
He received some responses, then a man’s phone number, and while pacing on the sidewalk<br />
outside Grumpy, he interviewed Mark, a software developer, about what it was like to buy drugs on<br />
the Internet.<br />
“It kind of felt like I was in the future,” Mark said over the phone, explaining that he’d ordered<br />
ten tabs of LSD from someone in Canada, and four days later the mailman dropped the acid off at his<br />
house.<br />
Another person responded to Adrian’s query too: the person who apparently ran the Silk Road.<br />
• • •<br />
As the Silk Road had grown, Ross’s anxiety had expanded at an equal clip. When he had first posted<br />
anonymous messages on forums less than five months earlier, he had been oblivious to just how<br />
quickly it would drive people to the site. At first it was a trickle of customers, a few dozen here or<br />
there, but since he had shut down Good Wagon Books, his drug Web site had rapidly grown.<br />
Hundreds of people were now selling drugs on the site, and thousands were buying.<br />
Ross was making money from his enterprise too. The mushrooms, most of which he had<br />
offloaded, had turned into a hefty profit of tens of thousands of dollars.<br />
All of this came with a mixture of exhilaration and fear, and Ross had been in a constant state of<br />
worry, fretful that maybe Julia was right, that he could be tied to his creation. He constantly had to<br />
reassure himself that no one would ever be able to connect him with the Silk Road.<br />
That was, except for two people.<br />
Weeks earlier, Ross had been left with no choice but to tell his old college buddy Richard that he<br />
was the founder of the Amazon of drugs, as Richard had refused to help anymore without an<br />
explanation. “Tell me about this or leave me out of it,” Richard wrote to Ross over chat. “I’m<br />
officially forbidding you from mentioning your secret project to me again unless you’re going to<br />
reveal it.” Without Richard’s expertise, Ross was completely and utterly “fudged.” If the site went<br />
down, Ross would be abandoned alone in a dark and complex maze. So he was left with no choice<br />
but to come clean.<br />
At first Richard was shocked. After Ross explained his thinking behind the site, Richard agreed<br />
to continue to help. It didn’t hurt that Ross gave his old pal a few baggies of his specialty magic<br />
mushrooms as a big thank-you. And that Richard started shopping on the site, buying ecstasy, weed,<br />
Vicodin, and some prescription antibiotics. (Richard was a germophobe, so he relished the ability to<br />
get medicine without a doctor’s note.) And finally, Richard was confident (given that he had helped<br />
write the code) that nothing could be tied back to them.