May you never experience a Federal investigation. I did, and it consumed me, and changed every day that will come after it for the rest of my life.
It all began with a call from Aaron Swartz on a jail-room phone. This essay is my attempt to explain what happened between that call and my friend’s suicide. This will not be the final word on Aaron’s story, nor is it intended to be.
Two years later, these are the events as I remember them, and the feelings as I knew them.