Mitnick still tells people I stalk him. He moved to Las Vegas. I live in the LA area. The FBI and I have become friendly. Mitnick says the FBI stalks him. The truth is...nobody gives a shit! You know that saying, "He's a legend in his own mind!"
I was duped. I was semi-social engineered. Mitnick is the most paranoid individual I have ever had the misfortune of knowing. Mitnick can't write about himself and his exploits until ten years from the date he was released from prison or maybe it's ten years from the end of his supervised release. Anyway, it's a long time in the future. Who will give a damn about what he has to say? The world changes quickly. We may all be dead from terrorist's attacks.
While he was in prison, three of us did all of Mitnick's writing. He can't write worth a damn. Then, you may ask, how did he manage to get a book published with his name on the title? Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, that's a social engineer for you.
Mitnick doesn't have one good thing to say about me and his co-defendant. We kept him alive while he was in prison. Mitnick hasn't mentioned my name once in the press because he knows if he does, the storm drain will empty right into his Las Vegas front yard. The last thing Mitnick wants is a confucy website with all the dirty laundry, and that is what he would get from me with good wishes from the FBI.