Yeah, it always astounds me how Dylan could have such a soft, hush voice but could hit sonic boom with that massive vocal projection in no-time flat.  The power of his voice was the channel of where all that hidden, suppressed, swallowed up rage was stored.  It probably felt very cathartic for him to blast people with it even when he was just doing the silly video productions and just letting loose with his character voices or yelling expletives with the monitor he tossed didn’t land on the bike (GAWWWD!!!).   It was like ‘surprise, people! LISTEN UP, oh yes, I can command attention with the power of my voice; I am not the timid, meek little mouse you’ve all miscalculated me to be.’   He kinda reminds me of one of those little blow fishes that suddenly puffs up 10 x it’s size and you’re going ’ what?? how’d that happen?’

Would Dylan have shot me too?  Yep, probably.  The thing is, that day was a ‘two man war against everyone else’.  Everyone that accidentally was in the way was automatically fair game to be on the receiving end of their / his guns. Simply casualties of war. (and I realize that it sounds callous and detached the way I just delivered that answer but I’m just simply giving you the bottom line answer to your question of whether I’d be prey to his predator.)  The mercy or lack thereof was entirely up to them and at their discretion on their Judgment Day.  The only potential saving grace – and not sure-fire by a long shot – is if he and I knew one another in some way and there was commonality in like and respect.  John Savage and TIm Kastle are examples of two being spared, one a friend the other an acquaintance, and simply because Dylan knew them both and thought them to be decent human beings.  If Dylan felt you treated him with respect, if he felt something for you and viewed you as a thinking person, there’d be a possibility of being spared. But again, it was entirely his choice to make. If he and I didn’t know one another then I’m a hell of a lot less lucky for the sheer fact that there is no thread of a connection between the two of us that might make him think twice. I’d be just another nameless, frantic girl on the battlefield of Columbine.  Nope, no guarantees at all for anyone on that day, myself included.  On that day, Dylan for the most part, became one with his Tec-9.  His mind was the instrument, the trigger impulse, lord over of all of those weapons at his disposal. 

It’s one of those things about Dylan we just may never ever know. Information lost.. evaporated with the memories and closely guarded secrets of Dylan Klebold’s mind with the impact of that bullet. There is that one girl that came forward recently with her story of having a crush on him, hiding in the school during the massacre and writing him a letter in hiding which she eventually left on his wooden cross, but well, that’s her side of the story. We’ll never really know if that was one of a few girls he liked let alone The Girl he was infatuated with as referenced in his journal. It’s sad, yes, but I don’t know. In a way, it’s kind of enigmatic and cool. Like, you can almost add it as Number Eight in addition to all the Seven Wonders of the World. It’s a mystery, a puzzle, we can’t ever really solve here on the earth (unless of course Jeffco gets sloppy and someone leaks unredacted passages from his journal but I’m not holding my breath there..). But hmm, who knows? maybe someday on the other side some day? If he’s willing to divulge, that is. 😏