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Eric Harrs & Dylan Klebold : Knives
Eric and Dylan.
This picture always gives me chills and it’s not because Eric is staring into the camera the way he is while Dylan seems to be trying to do the same as well. It is because of the thought that went into taking the picture the way he did. I think of how he knew he was going to kill [in his mind] more than half of the school and so on this picture day he decided to leave behind a reminder of just how far everyone had pushed him. He knew that after the dust had settled, people were going to look back at this picture and notice him and notice the evil he was trying to give off. They were going to notice the look that says “Do you remember me now? Do you know who I am now?”
Some Nine Inch Nails songs mentioned by Dylan in his journal & his day planner.
(Songs: Piggy, Something I can never have, Hurt, Closer, The perfect drug & Closer, again).
Other songs by Nine Inch Nails mentioned by Dylan in his journal but not pictured: The Downward Spiral & Happiness in slavery.
i always feel so sick when i watch these.
This is probably reading into it too much but Eric still has a bounce in his step, as if he’s still eager to carry on whereas Dylan is practically dragging himself up the stairs as though he doesn’t even care anymore
Eric’s sprinting back up to the library in hopes that they’ll get to witness the bombs in their cars go off (set for noon) and Dylan is meh, trailing lethargically behind, and aching to reach the finish line of this life. :(
Rare photo of Eric Harris.
Detectives gathering all of Eric’s stuff and evidence.
Haven’t seen these on here yet
A few weeks after Eric and I stopped talking to each other, Trevor and I happened to be driving home from school in separate cars. Trevor was driving his car ahead of me when we pulled up to the stop sign near my house. The spot was right next to the bus stop. Eric, who was riding the bus again, was throwing snowballs with other kids from school. When Eric saw Trevor, he picked up a chunk of ice from where it forms over the gutter. He threw it as hard as he could at Trevor’s car, denting the trunk. Then, without missing a beat, he picked up another chunk of ice and threw it at my car. The ice smashed into my windshield; I heard it crack. It wasn’t a large chip, but enough to make one of those little spider webs around it. I was livid. I slammed on the brakes and leaned out of the car, yelling, “Fuck you! Fuck you, Eric! You’re gonna pay to fix this!” Eric laughed at me. “Kiss my ass, Brooks! I ain’t paying for shit!” I floored the gas down the remaining few blocks to my parents’ house, went in and told my mom exactly what had happened. Then—seeing red—I went straight to Eric’s place to talk to his parents. I hammered on their front door, still furious. All I could think of was getting back at Eric. Mrs. Harris answered, and I glared at her. “I’ve got something to tell you about your son,” I said. She looked back at me, a little confused. “Okay…” She asked me to come in. We sat down in her living room, and I told her everything Eric had been doing in the past few months. “Your son’s been sneaking out at night,” I said. “He’s going around vandalizing things. He’s threatened people. And just now he broke my windshield.” She didn’t seem to believe me. She kept asking me to calm down. That only made me angrier. “He’s got liquor in his room,” I said. “Search it. He’s got spray paint cans in his room. Search it. Eric’s fucked up, and you need to know about it. I’m getting out of here before he gets back, because I’m not gonna deal with him right now.” Mrs. Harris wanted me to stay, to sit down and talk with Eric about this, as if we were in the school counselor’s office or something. I shook my head. “I’m gone,” I said as I got back in the car to go home.
Brown, B & Merritt, R. (2002). No Easy Answers: The Truth Behind Death at Columbine.
You can read the Spanish version here.
Puedes leer la versión en español aquí.
I finally know the back story
Photos taken from Rolling Stone June 10th, 1999 and June 24th, 1999