This is when Dylan’s parents attended a parent-teacher conference regarding the violent essay he wrote in Creative Writing class months before the massacre (if you don’t know what the essay is and need to catch yourself up, don’t ask. Simply E-C Search “Man in Black” 🙂 )

“We were all roughly the same age, and the three of us mused about what it had been like to be young during the Vietnam War. This prompted Dylan’s teacher to share a story. She’d brought a folk record from the sixties, “Four Strong Winds,” into class. The song featured the hardships faced by migrant farm workers, and it had always made her cry; but her students had laughed when she played it.

Tom and I leaned forward with concern. “Did Dylan laugh too?” She told us he had. I was bitterly disappointed; he often watched classic movies with us, and I would have expected better. Tom and I apologized for the insensitivity of our son and his classmates, and the three of us commiserated over the youth of today, like old-timers sitting on a park bench. We shook hands warmly when we parted.

It was Dylan’s reaction to the song—not the paper—that Tom and I talked about on the way home. I hated that he’d laughed when his teacher shared a piece of art that moved her. Tom could never part with old books, science journals, or car parts, and his piles of junk ordinarily drove me nuts. That night, though, I appreciated his idiosyncrasies as he dug out the old record. We sat in the living room with a cup of tea, and I gave myself over to the song’s melancholy
refrain.

Tom saw an opportunity to teach Dylan a lesson, and to have a bit of fun, too. When he heard Dylan’s car coming up the driveway, he queued up the record. When Dylan came in, we told him about the meetings with his teachers. Tom remembers that we talked about the paper during that discussion and asked him to get it for us; I don’t remember asking for the paper until the following morning. As we talked, Tom hit Play. Eventually, Dylan recognized the song coming up in the background. Knowing he’d been set up, he started to laugh.

“Why are you playing that horrible song?!”

“Why is it horrible?” I asked him. He said he hated the “weird” sound of it. We told him what the song was about. “Just listen to it with an open mind,” Tom requested. Without protest, Dylan listened to the rest of the song. When it was over, he admitted it wasn’t that bad. We told him how hurt his teacher had been, and talked about the importance of respecting the feelings of others. He admitted it had been wrong to laugh.”

I highly recommend that people purchase a copy of Sue’s book. The proceeds of “A Mother’s Reckoning” go to mental health research organizations. The ebook and paperback are as affordable as that next Starbucks frappuccino you purchase. 😉

I’d say that Dylan’s liberal parents were of the generation that would’ve thought the Beatles classic and would’ve listened to them out of nostalgia so Dylan was probably quite familiar but that said, it wouldn’t have been his taste.  ( Let’s not forget his reaction to his parents playing the sixties folk song ‘Four Strong Winds” for him in Sue’s book.  haha)   Most definitely not Eric’s taste at all whatsoever.

They’re convoluted as heck and like most conspiracy theories, simultaneously interesting, amusing and often ridiculous. I’ve already spoken about this a few times. E-C Search “conspiracy theories”. 

Dylan did act out in certain classes that frustrated or bored him – in his French class taught by Kathy Lutz and his Chemistry class with Teresa Miller.  His grades were suffering in both.  He could also get pissed off about the injustices that went on in the school with the jocks.  But “angry student” was not his usual temperament around peers and friendly associations. He was the sort that took a long while to get frustrated and angry and then he blew up.  lol  If you’re asking if his behavior would be unpredictable and mercurial in interactions with girls, that’s a big no. Dylan generally by nature was a quiet, shy violet (not violent lol). Approaching him would be hard not because for setting him off but more like trying to get him to open up and engage with the girl in conversation. 🙂  What you get would be shy grins, blushes, shifting of his feet, dragging his cigarette and running his hand through hair for the gazillionth time.

E-C Search “mugshots” for your answer.

That was Lauren Townsend shot by Dylan with his 9mm intratec Tec-9 semi-automatic pistol. See here and here.

E-C Search “guest room” for the answer. 🙂

Probably because his mother never stated that he had any other severe stomach pains or IBS/IBD like symptoms since or prior to that night.  It came on suddenly and vanished just as mysteriously.  It was painful enough for Dylan to actually notify his parents that it was bad. Given how Dylan never vocalized anything ever bothering him emotionally or physically, it would’ve been a big deal for him to call attention to the pain enough where his parents decided to take him to the emergency.

“Later that month, he woke up in the middle of the night with terrible stomach pains. We were concerned enough to take him to the emergency room, where they ruled out appendicitis and everything else. Puzzled, the doctors released him, and he appeared to recover completely. I would later learn that unexplained somatic symptoms, particularly abdominal pain, may be a marker for depression.

Then, two days later, at the beginning of October 1997, Tom received a call from the school. Dylan had been suspended. The news was a shock. It was the first time either of our boys had been disciplined at school.”

Keep in mind, that I’m not referring to his black Australian duster (which the TCM wore and incorrectly/loosely called it a “trench coat’) but instead his long, leather double breasted authentic trench coat.  See here.   Info acquired from Sue’s book “A Mother’s Reckoning”. 

I’m sure he had a local trusted auto shop install new windows but other than that, I’m sure he did most of the repairs himself seeing as he tinkered with all his vintage luxury cars. And this car was.. special.  Probably helped him process his grieving too. 

Dylan got the full-length leather coat from his parents Christmas of ‘98 which was after Hitmen for Hire and all their other (released) video production had been shot.  Plus, the duster trench was sort of the established TCM look at school.

Gotta love these questions. lol.

Yeah, I think so.  Why?  Because Sue said Dylan was an adventurous eater and was often experimental and open to trying different sorts of food.   I would bet the Klebolds made big salads along with their meals which probably had a sliced avocado in there somewhere along with the heirloom tomatoes and red onion to go along with those “gloppy” Mexican casseroles that Dylan and Byron liked so much.  Nom-maste. Makes me hungry. 😉   

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