"Quasi-legal still gets your shit arrested if you can't front the system, man," Kavinsky pointed out. But he and Jack, they were the system, in a way, and he knew that. Jack was money and power, and Kavinsky was--well, he was what he was, and that meant dreamt up releases and his father always knowing how and when to protect him and bribery all across the Eastern seaboard.

But Darrow was different. He hoped neither of them had to worry about that shit back home. He supposed, from what he knew, he didn't any more.

"Whatever man. Consider it a road to enlightenment or something. Letting go of earthly connections."