My email address is craig.jacobsen.5@outlook.com
, or you can reach me through JPAY.com in the state of Arizona. My prison ID is 353588 and my date of birth is October 23, 1970. I was born in Portsmouth, New Hampshire. My father, Craig Leslie Jacobsen Sr., is from Rye Beach, New Hampshire, and my mother, Audrey Lee O’Connell, is from New Castle, New Hampshire. Both were born in 1950.

Cryptosystem and FBI Memories

In my dated blog of April 13, 2025, I described a cryptosystem at the Sarasota FBI office in Florida. I left out the detail of the gear box: the knobs were set at a distance from the two handles used to configure the system for encryption. Facing the front panel, the 5" x 5" steel gear box was on the right side inside the system, above the circuit board.

The secure telephone unit (STU) had a black transformer bolted in back of a closet, behind 9mm ammunition boxes, radios, and chemical reagents. A black cable ran to the telephone room with a voltage regulator and meter. U.S. Customs had a different secure telephone setup.

I once cleaned this closet and, surprisingly, wasn’t caught by other agents even though I read every Top Secret communication manual. Special Agent Kelly Thomas even asked me to leave the room when he configured the STU in January 1991 to connect with New Jersey — over a computer server I had stolen from Computer Science Corporation. (Jeff Bezos would later obtain the CSC contract for Amazon.)

Encounters in California

I laughed recently, remembering how I bumped into actress Winona Ryder in Petaluma, California, during the 1980s. I was at the duck pond on the Fourth of July with my dog and rabbit on leashes, and I gave her a Shasta soda from my cooler.

I also met Robin Williams in Guerneville, California. He told me I should join the Bohemian Club, and we exchanged numbers. A few days later, he invited me to stay at his place and read movie scripts. Through him, I ended up on movie and TV sets where I met the young actress Drew Barrymore. I even took her to the Laugh Inn Club in Hollywood.

But Hollywood energy was all sex and drugs. I facilitated one drug deal that I regretted, after actor Corey Feldman accused me of trying to get Barrymore high to take advantage of her. I walked away from the fantasy world of Hollywood and instead dove into crime — stealing thousands of computers across North America and selling them worldwide. A huge mistake.

Memory Loss and Health

I’ve spent most of my life in prison wondering how I could have acted differently. I have a broad view of my crimes but little memory of details — especially around the time I was hung by officers in L.A. County Jail in 1997. Nearly two years of memories have been “whitewashed.”

Recently, I was diagnosed with mixed dementia, with underlying causes of atrial fibrillation, diabetes, heart disease, high blood pressure, and high cholesterol. I suffered a stroke in 1997, and prison has kept me in a smoke-filled environment. My neurodegenerative disease is progressing, and I will soon be legally incompetent.

I struggle with problem-solving, learning, memory, reasoning, judgment, and language. Forced psychotropics since 1992 have only lowered my threshold for judgment. And since 1997, I’ve had little exercise due to psychiatric isolation.

The Christina Martinez Case

Days ago, I received a letter urging me to withdraw my guilty plea to the second-degree murder of Christina Martinez. The evidence was never enough to convict. It took 20 years to even get an indictment.

In May 1997, police discovered Martinez’s shallow grave. During a stakeout at 2:00 AM, a van approached the site. Richard Harmon was suspected of being the man who stepped out with a red battery-powered spotlight.

A search of Harmon’s Tempe home turned up that same spotlight and a knife he had ordered from Rothco — a knife that matched the murder weapon. Boot prints were found near the grave, and plaster casts were taken. They did not match me. Tire tracks also didn’t match any vehicles I had access to.

Harmon, however, was later killed in the same manner as my Maricopa County judge, who had resisted the deal prosecutors offered. The judge was killed by someone connected to me, and Harmon was also killed by someone with ties to me. Harmon had been set to testify against me in six killings. Another cooperating witness, also slated to testify against me, was killed on the East Coast.

Music and Reflections

Right now, I’m listening to the new age group Enigma. Next, I’ll play Dua Lipa — she has incredible vocals. Yesterday, I received a photo of actress Elle Fanning in the mail and wished I were 18 or 20 again. But as every older man knows, younger girls bring more headaches than anything else.

Just yesterday, an officer asked me who Clint Eastwood was and where his hotel is located. They were curious because I once acquired a flashlight there that I used while burying a body at midnight in January 1996. It was a cold, misty night. Eastwood remembers.