im a horrible columbiner. i didn’t remember eric’s birthday at all. but then again i can’t bring myself to care as much about this whole fuckin thing until right before 420 and during it. like, my views have changed pretty drastically since high school.
I feel so sorry for Eric here
Brandi you bitch
Zach Heckler’s 11K account on Dylan.
A picture demonstrating how close Eric and Dylan died from their victims, particularly Patrick Ireland.
(All credit goes to the maker of the picture, which wasn’t me)
”….yet everything about her I love. From her good body to her almost perfect face, her charm, her wit & cunning, her NOT being popular. Her friends (who I know) – some – I just hope she likes me as much as I LOVE her. I think of her every second of every day. I want to be with her. I imagine me & her doing things together, the sound of her laugh, I picture her face, I love her. If soulmates exist, then I think I’ve found mine. I hope she likes Techno …
, I love you — Dylan’
"I think students today are astonishingly stupid. It never ceases to amaze me how stupid and ignorant people can be. Seems like some try to be dumb. It’s a pity natural selection doesn’t apply to humans, otherwise I strongly believe the race as a whole would be better off"
Sometimes you read a question relating to Columbine that stumps you for a while, until you’re suddenly reminded of one itty bitty detail that forms your only answer to the thing being asked. A while back, I read a question elsewhere concerning what personal effect of the boys you’d pay any amount of money for to get in your possession. At first, I thought my answer would be ‘nothing’.. and then I reread a passage in Krabbé’s “We Are But We Aren’t Psycho” that changed my mind. The passage detailed something Eric had carried on his body on 4/20 that was seemingly insignificant in comparison with all the other stuff the boys carried with them that day. Yet, it is one of the very few personal effects he bothered to carry with him at all. I don’t know what it is about this one item, but it just gives off such an ‘Eric-vibe’ that I’d love to just hold it in my hands and twirl it round and round and connect with the boy’s mind for a second again. Below is the passage that halted me in my tracks, because it speaks such volumes about a significant part of Eric’s character I have rambled about before. Pictured above, encircled, is the tiny item in question.
They found ‘a block of wood with a hole in it’, as police described the item, in the right pocket of Eric’s pants. It was later seen in the exhibit of the evidence.
In his essay that Eric had written at the start of his senior year, entitled ‘25 things that make me different’, he put something of interest in fifth place: “my berserk and zippo that I always carry in my right pocket”. He’d drawn a lighter (zippo) and, next to this, the same “block of wood with a hole in it” in yearbook writings to Dylan and another friend. That block of wood with a hole in it was nothing other than Eric’s berserk.
But what is a berserk? The word originates from the Norse sagas in which battle-frenzied warriors slip into a trance-like state in order to conquer enemies in battle — it was also the foundation for the English word “berserk”. But in Doom, the game Eric called ‘my actual life’, there is also a berserk. It’s a sort of black medicine box that you can pick up, after which the screen is covered in a red haze. Your health will return to maximum, and the punches of your fists will get extra power.
Eric’s block of wood was the berserk he always carried on his body — a talisman that would grant him invincibility.