Tag: Dylan Klebold

Disappointment and Biggest Regret – Dylan and Devon – Pt. 4

Robyn Anderson thought Dylan was going to Arizona because he liked the desert; Devon Adams because it was his ticket out of Colorado. “He had the best time ever,” Devon says of his visit to Arizona. He invoked his trademark humor and had pictures of himself hugging a cactus. “He was getting on with his life,” Devon says. “Past high school. Past all that stuff. I mean, graduation was in what? A month?”

   At prom Dylan danced with Devon Adams and made plans to see The Matrix on Wednesday, April 21st, which still perplexes her. “It could mean that they had planned [the shootings] and didn’t have a set date or something like that, you know,” she says. “It could mean anything. But it seems ‘cause Dylan never ever wanted to disappoint me. That was why he came to my birthday and confirmation party, even though he didn’t really want to. I mean, he didn’t like disappointing people. Like every time he and his parents would get in a fight, he felt so bad because he had disappointed his parents. He always felt bad because he had disappointed them in some way to make them angry at him. And I mean, that’s what’s like so weird about him making a date with me on a Wednesday when, if he knew that Tuesday, you know, this was going to happen.”

The Klebolds also called Dylan’s friend, Devon Adams, the day after the shooting to invite her to Dylan’s funeral. “I wasn’t there to talk to them, but they called us and I had told my parents if they called to tell them that I was there for them if they needed me,” Devon says. She ended up attending the funeral for slain student Rachel Scott instead, which was the same day. “Possibly my biggest regret in life is attending Rachel’s funeral and not Dylan’s,” Devon now says.

   Nearly six months after Columbine, Devon Adams called the Klebolds on what would have been Dylan’s 18th birthday, September 11, 1999.  
They still had the same phone number and she left a message.  She called to "Let them know I was thinking of them.  I was keeping them in my thoughts.  Let them know I hadn’t forgotten about them.  I hadn’t forgotten about Dylan, and I was still around.”

Devon also had a gift for the Klebolds and went to their house, where she spent a couple hours talking “about memories and stuff.”  She recounted how he helped her after her car accident.

   "I think they thought it was pretty cool,“ she said of the car story. ”We were T-boned while crossing an intersection, and Dylan stopped his car and ran up to my window and was just like, ‘Are you OK? Are you OK?’ and he was freaking out, and I just told him to go get my parents and tell them to come up here and get me.“ 

  Then Devon and the Klebolds got to what had brought them together: The killings.  And why Dylan did it.  The Klebolds were still considering, as Devon puts it, "The multiple personality possibility” but adds, “Just, I mean, any theory you’ve heard of… literally.  I mean, we’ve talked about all of them.”

   The Klebolds cried at some points while Devon was there.  “But it was probably because I was crying first; because I cried a lot,” she says.           
   When Devon talked with the Klebolds a year later on September 11, 2000, Sue gave her an open invitation to hang out with her and Tom to watch a movie, or use their pool or tennis court, but Devon was too busy to take them up on the offer.  The Klebolds also said they were putting together a photo scrapbook of Dylan.

    People sometimes have a hard time describing how the Klebolds look.  Devon remembers Susan wearing Dylan’s jeans after his death, which is tough because Susan is not especially tall, while Dylan was around 6-feet 4-inches.  But its also tough recalling much more.  Devon believes it may be Susan’s sadness and her eyes that always seem to be filled with tears.  “It’s sort of the thing were you don’t want to remember; you don’t want to remember pain, and Susan really embodies pain and she’s pretty much been through the worst that you can go through and so you don’t really; you try to block that out,” Devon says.  “It’s obvious in everything she says; in her voice, yeah.  In her eyes, and just her mannerisms.”

-excerpts: Columbine A True Crime Story – Jeff Kass

Gunpowder.  The room smelled of gunpowder,
among other combustible chemicals, sacs of buckshot,
messily piled up along the desk, & spilling out onto
the floor, there to trip the unweary visitor.  The
black powder scented air covered the room, & made
a fire black dust settling over the Federal Shotgun
shells & the shell-making machine on the bed, the
unused, unmade, old tired bed, were his tools,
the AB-10, the uzi lying there in hibernation
back on the desk, as I dumped (?) 9 mm bullets
and magazines onto the floor, I found
among the chemical stains & burn marks, an ancient
photo album, open to pages of people at the beach.
These people were in the midst of a vacation I presumed,
A time of happiness.  Yet, on these
pictures, a withered black X thru some people’s faces.
The scent of ammonia & gunpowder overwhelmed me, as
I went to a window to let some air and light into the dark,
abandoned room.  The blinds didn’t work, as old, so old, and i
eventually cut them down with a large knife, one i
found sitting by the bed, set as to guard the room almost
There was dried blood along the tip of the blade, cobwebs
caked over gallons of a deep rack & the canned goods,
stockpiles of greenbeans, chile, soup, beer, and corn.

– Dylan Klebold, Creative Writing Class
Page 2 – Dyl brainstorming nouns, adjectives for his story

Dyl definitely has some gifted potential with storytelling.  He paints a very vivid, detailed picture with every little element squeezed into a short story. 
While Eric was usually action-driven and sardonic, Dylan’s style comes across artistic and sensory atmospheric.  He didn’t give a rat’s ass about the grammar and layout – it seemed more important to capture the mood.