"a richly detailed memoir"
-- Sacramento Bee




"FAKE . . . lies somewhere between a thriller, an addict's memoir and a techie's journey to the dark side . . . the book is entertainingly written." "
-- The Guardian




"a remarkable accomplishment"
-- Prosper

the book

Why use your imagination? Here are photos of places, things, and people mentioned in FAKE: Forgery, Lies, & eBay, in the order you'll encounter them as you read.

The First Part

The First Part of the book opens with me sitting in my office at the Wells Fargo Tower in Sacramento. My office was near the top of this buiding, on this side of it:

This is me on my 31st birthday, right around the time Fetterman called me at my office and invited himself over:

At this point in the story I describe how Fetterm and I met, in the Army, back in 1987. This World War II baracks is where with both lived at Fort Lewis, Washington. It was every bit as dreary as it looks. This building used to be visible from Interstate 5, but the last time I drove down this stretch of Freeway, in 2005, I couldn't find it, which makes me wonder if it's been razed.

This is what I looked like in the Army, weighing in at about 155 pounds.

And this is Fetterman, circa 1987, standing outside the barracks, getting ready to leave for a club in Seattle.

And here he is, clowning around in a cowboy hat with some girls we met in Oregon.

The next scene in this part of the book occurs in my one-bedroom apartment at the corner of 21st and I Street, the upper-left unit in the four-unit building pictured below.

The Second Part

In the second part of the book, where I describe how I took photos of my paintings, I mentione the guy who tried to auction a teapot he'd photographed while naked. Here is that infamous photo:

The Fifth Part

After I quit my job at Kronick Moskovitz, I rented a small, two-room office in this building at 8th & L. My office was on the forth floor, and faced onto the alley. This was where I worked when the Diebenkorn fiasco unfolded, where I took calls from reporters and hid.

The Sixth Part

First encoutered on the trip to Vegas, this painting played a very prominent role in the story.

This is the ridiculous Venetian hotel, where Fetterman and I stayed on our art-hunting trip to Las Vegas. It looks kind of like Venice, except for the skyscraper hotel towers.

The Tenth Part

At this mini mart at the corner of 21st and I, I met Fetterman for our silent ride to California State University, Sacramento, a meeting that would turn out to be our last. At the time, it was known as "Cheaper," and has since changed hands.

This is the apartment on 33rd Street where I lived with my girlfriend. I was standing on this porch when I thought I saw Fetterman drive by.

The Twelfth Part

The Federal Courthouse of the Eastern District of California. The US Attorneys office is in this building. If you've read the book, you know what happened here.

After Fetterman left his house in Placerville, and before he moved to Tahoe, he apparently lived somewhere in Sacramento. During this time he applied for a driver's license, and used the Federal Public Defender's office address as his own. This is the photo from that driver's license.

The Fifteenth Part

This building housed the headquarters of my software company HammerTap.

The Last Part

This is a photo of my brothers and my father and me on the front porch of my house in Sacramento, taken in 2005, about a year after the sentencing hearing mentioned this part of the book. All of these guys (except the littlest one, who wasn't yet born), make appearances in the book. From the left: Me (holding my nephew), Matt, my dad, James, and Keith.:




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