More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
People in a police department or a sheriff’s outfit think like people in the military: nobody wants to say no to somebody with bars on his shoulders.
We all make concessions when we live with others. And though it’s a cliché, it’s also true that we don’t get to pick our relatives. But somewhere there’s a line in the sand between what we choose to ignore and put up with, and what makes the days seem just too annoying.
How does that old line go, something like, “The only things certain in life are death and taxes”? It was beginning to sound as if, for an FBI agent, the part about taxes didn’t apply.
Visiting Poulsen was obviously out of the question. For me, the Metropolitan Detention Center was like the Hotel California in the old Eagles song: I could check out anytime I wanted, but I could never leave.
As a surprise, the Woz presented me with a brand-new Apple PowerBook G4 wrapped in paper covered with a funny cartoon of a guy trying to reach a computer with a stick through the bars of his jail cell. In many ways, getting that laptop from the father of the personal computer was the moment I knew my life was finally starting to turn around.
