Is it true that someone tries to sell fake cocaine to Eric? Imagine him trying to try it and discovering it wasn’t real, i bet he was really pissed off. Or maybe it was a joke situation and he was like “man that cocaine isn’t real, are you trying to fool me?”

Well, it was reported separately by two people in the 11k so we cannot discount it entirely. I went into that a little bit in this post here. I’m a little iffy on it, because it seems like one of those stories that just pop up out of nowhere and might not have a basis in reality. Like an urban legend, you know? “Oh yeah, did you hear about so-and-so? They got sold fake cocaine by a friend of theirs!”, that kind of thing.

I’ll bet that he looked damn stupid with his baggie of powdered sugar if this is at all true, though, lol.

How was Eric wearing two different sets of pants in “Eric in Columbine” when it was filmed the same day? It looks like at first he was wearing black pants but then while sitting with Brandi it was jean shorts?

I’ve actually always assumed it was filmed on different days? The editing for it is quite choppy and it doesn’t seem to flow right story-wise if you assume it’s all filmed on the same day. It’d explain the pants-mystery, lol!

Do you have a faq page?

No, I don’t! The amount of messages I get doesn’t really necessitate the existence of a FAQ, as I’m not constantly bombarded with the same things over and over, and sometimes it can be quite worthwhile to revisit something that was previously asked years ago in light of new information or a changed opinion. I wouldn’t be averse against making one, however, should that be something that my readers/followers desire. =)

Do you know who’s the girl next to Robyn Anderson in the senior picture? She’s sticking her tongue out and looking up, do you think she was a friend of E&D or something?

That’s Kelli Brown, who described herself as Robyn’s best friend and learned of the gun purchases that Robyn had made for the boys late in the evening on 4/20. She knew Dylan well enough to describe him as pleasant once you got to know him, but said she didn’t know Eric as well. Eric was described by her as being much more prejudiced and hateful. Kelli seemed to be familiar with Dylan enough to type him as withdrawn in the month prior to the massacre and call his dance at the prom “uncharacteristic” of him. She accompanied Dylan and Robyn to prom and afterprom.

If Colorado is a state and Denver is a city. Then what the hell is Littleton? Lol

Wikipedia tells me it’s a city that’s the Home Rule Municipality in Arapahoe, Douglas, and Jefferson counties that forms the county seat of Arapahoe. It’s a part of the Denver-Aurora-Lakewood CO Metropolitan Statistical Area – or, in other words, it’s considered to be a part of “the Denver area”. Interestingly enough, Columbine itself is part of an unincorporated area that is not recognised by the United States Postal Service.

Personally, I didn’t think 40k inhabitants were enough to call something a city because that would make my hometown a city as well and we’re definitely not considered to be a city.. but that’s neither here nor there, lol. I have no idea how to explain any of the terms like Home Rule Municipality because the U.S. does everything differently from us Dutch folks over here, haha. I think it’s maybe got something to do with the governmental seat of the county being in Littleton?

Why do you think Eric earned more than Dylan at Blackjack Pizza?

Eric worked more hours than Dylan did, but also earned more dollars an hour than Dylan did. The latter can perhaps be explained through Dylan being slightly younger than Eric, which would be a customary reason in my country at least, as well as Dylan having quit Blackjack for a while during a time Eric kept working there. Dylan worked there on and off for what Bob Kirgis estimated was about a year total, while Eric had been with the company for two years straight. 
It’s likely that the difference in hour rates is some kind of employee loyalty thing, where Eric
received an occasional raise for doing his job well and Dylan
essentially started back at the bottom when he was re-hired at
Blackjack.

Eric received a small raise in the week before his 18th birthday, while Dylan kept earning the same, and I believe Eric was even promoted to shift manager on 4/16/99. (Unsurprising, given the fact that Chris Lau thought he was an excellent worker and Bob Kirgis had previously left Eric in charge of the store whenever he went out.) Dylan earned $6.50 an hour, while Eric earned $7.25 and later $7.65 an hour.  There’s also a difference in how many hours they worked, though, if I’ve read their paychecks correctly. You’ve got Dylan’s 33, 23, and 25 hours in comparison to Eric’s 39, 43, and 34. (Eric was practically pulling fulltime hours by the looks of it, while Dylan was more of a parttime worker.)

Sometimes i wish i could have something on my mind to ask you just to read your answers! They’re so full of information and really detailed and amazing, i love your blog and the way you write is fascinating

I am so flattered by this and I hardly know what to say to it except “thank you”! I am a tiny bit backlogged on answering questions, as they take a while to answer, so there is plenty of stuff to come and I’m sure people won’t just quit coming to my inbox.. ^^ I’m happy to hear that reading this is still satisfying and interesting to people – that’s what I do it for! 

You said in a post about Eric’s anger issues that his parents frogmarched him off the field almost instantly when he exploded at Dylan, what does that mean? Did something happen between him and Dylan?

It’s from a story in Sue Klebold’s book. Here’s the excerpt:

The summer between Dylan’s sophomore and junior years was low-key. There was, however, one disturbing incident, and it involved Eric Harris.

Dylan hadn’t played soccer since kindergarten, but he decided to join the team Eric played for that summer, and they gave him a shot although he had no experience and few skills. We were pleased to hear he was joining the team, as soccer wouldn’t strain the arm he’d injured pitching. Plus, we admired his willingness to try a sport he hadn’t played in years.

Dylan wasn’t a great athlete—he was strong, but lacked agility and the coordination to manage his long, gangly limbs. He did not play soccer particularly well, but he attended practice faithfully. When the team made the playoffs, Tom and I came out to watch. Dylan played poorly, and the team lost.

Still sweaty, Eric and Dylan came over to where we were standing with the Harrises. Before we could congratulate them on a good effort, Eric began to scream. Spittle flying from his mouth, he lashed out at Dylan, ranting about his poor performance. Chattering parents and boys from both teams fell silent and stared.

Eric’s parents flanked him and guided him off the field as Tom, Dylan, and I drifted slowly, in stunned humiliation, toward our own car. I couldn’t hear what the Harrises were saying to Eric, but they appeared to be trying to settle him down. Dylan walked between Tom and me, silent and impassive.

I was shocked by the sudden inappropriateness of the display, and by the extremity of Eric’s rage. Dylan’s utter lack of affect alarmed me too; he had to be wounded, though he revealed nothing. My heart ached for him. I wanted to hug him, but he was fifteen years old and surrounded by his team. I couldn’t embarrass him further.

As soon as we got inside the car, though, I said, “Man! What a jerk! I can’t believe Eric!” As Tom started the car, Dylan stared out the window with a blank expression on his face. His calm in the face of Eric’s freak-out seemed unnatural, and I hoped he’d allow himself to acknowledge anger or humiliation as we drove away, but he did not.

I pressed him, wishing he’d blow off steam. “Didn’t it hurt your feelings, to have him act like that? I’d be incredibly upset if a friend treated me that way.” Dylan was still looking out the window, and his expression didn’t change when he answered me: “Nah. That’s just Eric.”