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They had become so close that most evenings ended with some digital pillow talk. (“Alright, off<br />
to sleep. See you in a few,” Ross would write. “You make sure you get some sleep,” VJ would reply.)<br />
Most mornings began with another aloha to see how the other was doing. (“Hey, good morning,” one<br />
would say. “Howdy, rowdy,” the other would reply.) During the rest of their waking hours, they<br />
would banter about politics, the war on drugs, porn, and books, and laugh at each other’s jokes. VJ<br />
was always able to make Ross chortle. “My mailman is a drug dealer,” VJ wrote when a package<br />
arrived. “He just doesn’t know it.”<br />
The bond between Variety Jones and Ross had blossomed so much that in recent weeks the<br />
longest period of time that had passed without them chatting was a two-and-a-half-day period over<br />
New Year’s Eve. As Ross rang in January 1 watching a fireworks show in Australia and fixing<br />
someone’s elbow after a drunken incident, Variety Jones was in London, fast asleep after dropping a<br />
couple of tabs of ecstasy, drinking two bottles of champagne, and passing out thirty minutes before the<br />
ball dropped. Their bond had grown so strong that Ross had even greeted VJ when he returned to<br />
work after the holiday by saying, “I missed you :).”<br />
VJ was likable and funny and witty, but more important, he was someone whom Ross could<br />
really trust in a world where you couldn’t trust anyone. For the first time since he’d started the Silk<br />
Road, Ross Ulbricht had a best friend. Variety Jones, of course, was also making money from the<br />
friendship. Ross paid him for his services, sometimes as much as $60,000 at a time, which covered<br />
travel expenses and subordinate programmers who worked for VJ.<br />
It was the perfect time for such a connection to blossom, as the stresses of running the site were<br />
only growing more intense. When it had begun, the site offered a few magic mushrooms and some<br />
weed. Now it was home to almost every narcotic imaginable, some of which were being sold in very<br />
large quantities. People were also hawking lots of different guns; you could buy Uzis, Beretta<br />
handguns, AR-15 assault rifles, endless rounds of ammunition, and silencers. All of this brought more<br />
press, with the media taunting the government, noting that it still hadn’t shut down the site. EIGHT<br />
MONTHS AFTER SEN. CHUCK SCHUMER BLASTED BITCOIN, SILK ROAD IS STILL BOOMING, read one headline.<br />
The pressure this put on Ross was monumental. But his new best friend had a plan. A plan that<br />
was somehow rooted in a discussion about the movie The Princess Bride.<br />
Ross replied to VJ’s query about the film with a sort-of yes: like many kids of his generation, his<br />
parents owned a copy of the movie on VHS.<br />
“So,” Variety Jones wrote, “you know the history of the Dread Pirate Roberts?”<br />
Ross couldn’t quite recall, but he began typing what he remembered about the movie and the<br />
name of the main character. When he was lost, Variety Jones finished the summary for him: something<br />
about a guy called Westley, who took on the name of the Dread Pirate Roberts from someone else . . .<br />
and over the years, a new person would take on that name, and the old one would retire. So no one<br />
knew who the original Dread Pirate Roberts really was.<br />
“Yep,” Ross replied. That was it. That was the movie.<br />
And then here it was. “You need to change your name from Admin, to Dread Pirate Roberts,” VJ<br />
wrote.<br />
The words “Dread Pirate Roberts” hung on the screen as if they were suspended in some sort of<br />
alternate reality.<br />
Dread. Pirate. Roberts.