I was working with Adam Guerbuez, and I built a program that could mass-post to people’s Facebook walls. The posts were ads — stuff like penis enlargement pills and “no-THC” marijuana. When Adam received a cease-and-desist letter, we stopped working on it and moved on.

About two years later my door came off the hinges. The FBI raided me over that same work. The agents told me that Google handed over my email logs without a subpoena. When I refused to cooperate, they charged me with conspiracy to commit email fraud. I took a plea: 18 months in prison and 3 years of probation.

According to the prosecutor, Mark Zuckerberg himself was briefed with my name, and Facebook rolled out the “Roadblock” security feature in response to what my tool enabled. The prosecutor even admitted he was impressed by the technical side of it — not an endorsement, just the reality of how far the code could reach at the time.

Prison was grueling. The noise never really stops — counts, keys, doors, and the constant shuffle. You learn to live by routine: chow, call-outs, workouts in small spaces, reading whatever you can get, writing thoughts and code ideas on paper so you don’t lose that part of yourself. I kept my head down, stood my ground, and did every day of my time.

I’m still a programmer by profession. These days I choose a quieter life — fishing, the beach, family, and building things that don’t burn the world down. This project has been on my mind for years, and bringing it back is my way of closing that loop and doing it right.

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