The Baseball Cap argument between Tom and Dylan

“Tom stepped in with his 1950s dress code standards and asked Dylan not to wear the hat to the hotel’s breakfast buffet. Dylan argued that we were on vacation, and it couldn’t possibly make a difference to anyone if he wore the hat. I shot Tom a “don’t sweat the small stuff” look, but didn’t want to sabotage his authority, so I gathered up a suitcase. “I’ll go down to the car and wait while you two work this out.”

I’d forgotten the car key, though, so I leaned against the hood in the cold morning air, remembering how Tom would insist the boys tuck in their shirts and polish their shoes for church while the minister’s own kids wore T-shirts and jeans. I was angry at him for harping on the hat. I guess I still am.

Eventually, Dylan came down to the car alone, his head bare. I wanted to say I agreed with him, and that it was okay with me if he wore the hat, but I did not. I only said, “I’m sorry the morning started out like this. I see you decided not to wear the hat.” Dylan sounded tired but determined to brush it off. “It’s not worth fighting about; it’s just not a big deal.”

I was frankly surprised. I’d expected a little more sputtering and complaining from a seventeen-year-old. “Wow, Dyl. I’m impressed,” I said, mistaking his willingness to withdraw from the conflict for maturity. I praised him for controlling his anger but I wish now he had stomped and screamed, giving me a glimpse of the rage burning inside him. Now I wonder if he had stopped caring about anything at all.”

Not likely. There isn’t any good enough reason to release them and their parents would fight against it. Plus, Jeffco’s current trend is to give the public the impression that much of the Columbine evidence has been destroyed. It may not be the truth but that’s their stance so morgue photos aren’t going to pop up on the scene any time soon.

He writes about having one in his journal.

Care to elaborate on that comment of yours?

“Sunday dinner with the whole family happened almost every week. Byron and Dylan staged epic dish-towel-flicking fights in the kitchen;though they looked like grown men, they were really still boys.”

Bryon: As a small child, Byron, our first, was a joyful whirling dervish. He reminded me of Lucille Ball’s character in I Love Lucy, always getting up to (or into) something. Byron was the kid who whizzed out of the restaurant bathroom, straight into the waitress with the loaded tray. He was the kid who hooked a plate of potato salad so it crashed into his own face, pie-fight style, while demonstrating an armpit fart—and then did it again with a bowl of oatmeal the next morning during a breakfast reenactment. It was pure boyish tomfoolery without an ounce of malice in it. Even Tom was usually laughing too hard at Byron’s antics to get mad.

Dylan: After Byron’s energy, Dylan’s willingness to sit on the floor and play quietly was a revelation. Both boys were active and playful, but Dylan sought out sedentary tasks that required patience and logic, and after his always-on-the-go brother had outgrown snuggling, Dylan would still slow down for a book or a puzzle or a cuddle with me. Our younger son was observant, curious, and thoughtful, with a gentle personality. Curious about what was going on around him, patient, even-tempered, and quick to giggle, Dylan could make the most routine errand fun. He was up for anything—a social, affable child, who loved to do stuff.

–Sue Klebold, A Mother’s Reckoning

The National Enquirer released Eric & Dylan’s suicide photos on May 24 2002 by

editor-in-chief David Perel who wouldn’t say how the paper obtained the photos or whether it paid for them. [Source] [Source] [Source] It been rumored that Brook’s dad, Randy, and possibly even Brian Rohrbough (the two are allies in their resentment with Jeffco’s sketchy investigative track record) had a hand in leaking the photos but there’s never been a source to legitimately confirm it. Plus, that be kind of dangerous since Jeffco stated they would prosecute those responsible for making photos of the bodies of Columbine teen gunmen Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold available to The National Enquirer.   It remains a bit of a mystery as to how exactly the National Enquirer obtained them.

Correct and yes, it was ‘The Zack Situation’.   I’ve written on this quite a few times on E-C.  I’d suggest googling ‘everlasting contrast’ with ‘zack heckler’ to pull up these posts. 

❤ the everlasting-contrast

That quote can be found on page 88 of Ralph Larkin’s inaccurate book “Comprehending Columbine”. Larkin assumed from an invalid source that this quote is Eric taken from a “Trench coat Mafia website”.  Well, problem is, Eric didn’t have a TCM website and he wasn’t even officially part of the TCM. Many of those fake TCM related websites came out of the woodwork just after Columbine with lots of misinformation and posers writing stuff as if they were Eric and Dylan or knew  them from the TCM clan.  Additionally, if you understand Eric’s personality well enough, you’d know that he’d never admit publicly on a website that he was ‘called ‘gay’’ by any one let alone jocks or cheerleaders (?) which would make him seem like a real wuss.  Plus, I don’t see him using the term ‘schoolyard’.   Lastly, Eric had too much semblance of self control to even want to admit he was desperate enough to resort to tripping out on cough syrup for being called a fag.  His occasional mentions his favorite weekend past time is getting high on weed because saying as such seemed the coolio thing to do and not so much that he actually got high regularly and more than likely he couldn’t at all for the entire year he was under the thumb of the Diversion program – but tripping on cold medicine and cough syrup?  Nah.  Ralph Larkin is a horrible researcher and he has far too many inaccuracies in his book stemming from invalid sources. The guy is not credible. A page or so over from this, he’s going on about how it was Dylan getting knocked about by jocks walking down the hallway with Eric and Mike while video taping them.  Nope, that wasn’t Dylan as he wrongly claims in his shitty book. 

Ugh, well gosh darn, bless you that you feel as such. ❤

I think in the warped, limited mindset he held in his last days, Dylan, as Eric, was desperately trying to reinvent himself ifrom a failure and a nobody nto something fierce, strong and powerful that had been provoked and so the world would now have to pay the consequences for their actions in shaping him into this twisted weapon of mass destruction he present himself as in the Basement Tapes.   He was fine with being memorialized publicly as a remorseless FUCK YOU ALL to the world.   

“It is better to have nothing than be nothing.” 

However, there is a small part of him, the core of Dylan, that left traces of himself behind in those notebooks he left untouched scattered in his bedroom. This speaks to him wanting to be discovered for the pain and suffering his was undergoing on a personal level.  I believe his leaving those breadcrumb trails of his so-called journal was intentional, almost like his ‘suicide letter’ but only to those closest to him. I don’t think he would’ve envisioned that his personal writings would get released to the entire world for all to see. At the time he died, I don’t think he really anticipated that was going to happen the way it has. That anyone can google up his chicken scrawl writings in a matter of seconds and read him like an open book.  No, I think at the time he died, Dylan wanted be his persona on the Basement Tapes to be his big reveal to the world not his private, sad and pathetic meanderings.  He wanted people to know how bitter enraged and apathetic he had become about this world not how much he suffered impotently as that loser, that freak, that ‘poor SOB’ who couldn’t even get one girlfriend or have ambitions or successes in this life. Dylan wanted to rewrite his past in one swift stroke, and the Basement Tapes was supposed to be that for the public’s consumption.

This is beautiful. 🙂  A collective of many individual souls that have been profoundly touched and inspired by his memory in their own resonance with his soul. Our spirits have been activated to vibrate the love he so longed for back upon him triple fold with each of our own soul’s release and emergence back into spirit. In a sense, that would make each of us his Halcyon Girl, wouldn’t it?  Sort of like individual puzzle pieces converging into the totality of one Great Love and radiating that bliss and sense of completion back to him infinitely in the Halcyons. I adore your metaphysical concept. ❤ Dyl’s harem of love.has a nice hippy commune vibe to it. 😉 

You’ll just have to read on and see, won’t you?  😉