Rupesh Raj

“John has always been searching for something,” says Jennifer Irwin, McAfee’s girlfriend at the time. She remembers him telling her once that he was trying to reach “the expansive horizon.”
― Joshua Davis, John McAfee's Last Stand

“I gravitate to the world’s outcasts,” he explained in another email. “Prostitutes, thieves, the handicapped, the enormously ugly or deformed … For some reason I have always been fascinated by these subcultures.”
― Joshua Davis, John McAfee's Last Stand

“He would drop acid in the morning, go to work, and route trains all day. One morning he decided to experiment with another psychedelic called DMT. He did a line, felt nothing, and decided to snort a whole bag of the orangish powder. “Within an hour my mind was shattered,” McAfee says. People asked him questions and he didn’t understand what they were saying. The computer was spitting out train schedules to the moon; he couldn’t make sense of it. He ended up behind a garbage can in downtown St. Louis, hearing voices telling him to drink Coca-Cola and desperately hoping that nobody would look at him.”
― Joshua Davis, John McAfee's Last Stand

“She crept to the foot of the bed, aimed, but at the last moment closed her eyes. She pulled the trigger but the bullet went wide, ripping through a pillow. “I guess I didn’t want to kill the bastard,” she admits. McAfee leaped out of bed and grabbed the gun before she could fire again. She ran to the bathroom, locked herself in, and asked if he was going to shoot her. He couldn’t hear anything out of his left ear and was trying to get his bearings. Finally he told her he was going to take away her phone and television for a month. She was furious. “But I didn’t even kill you!” she shouted.”
― Joshua Davis, John McAfee's Last Stand