What does Zach look like? Can you post things Zach has said about Eric and Dylan?

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Described Dylan Klebold as a quiet, Chemical Brother’s fan, and a member of the sound crew for various school plays and other functions.  Whereas Klebold had wanted to go to college and study computer science, Heckler did not think he was smart enough.  He identified his girlfriend as Robyn Anderson, but described the relationship as more of a friendship.  He stated Klebold had a problem with alcohol, and as a result had been given the nickname, “Vodka”.  Zachary Heckler saw Dylan Klebold at the prom, but did not talk to him very much during this time. He saw Dylan and Robyn Anderson at the after prom, but again, did not spend much time with them. Zachary Heckler did a phone thing with Dylan Klebold, Sunday night, April 18, 1999. He would telephone Dylan later at night and play ”Quake” or just be on the speaker phones with him, during which time they really did not talk with each other. He recalled passing Dylan Klebold in the hallway on Monday, April 19, 1999, and then Monday night, he called Dylan at approximately 22:30. Dylan Klebold told him that he was not in the mood to talk and wanted to sleep. Zachary Heckler said this was kind of odd because Dylan normally did not get off the phone until 00:30-1:00 hours on most nights. 

Described Eric Harris as, in addition to being a racist, feeling superior to other people, and being frustrated with problems he was having at home.  He said he had been told that Harris’ parents were very strict and did not approve of many things he was doing.  Heckler explained that during the past summer, Harris had changed his manner of dress and the type of music he listened to.  Heckler identified the German group Rammstein as being Harris’ favorite.  He also identified a video game, “Postal”, as being a game Harris often played, and noted it involved nothing but killing.  He said Harris did not have a steady girlfriend, and had asked Sabrina Cooley to attend the senior prom with him, but she had refused.  Eric Harris stop liking him (Zachary Heckler) without any reason, but Zach continued to be good friends with Dylan Klebold. Zachary Heckler stated that in February 1999, he attended a party at Robyn Anderson’s home and that Eric Harris was also at this party. Zach stated that the two of them had both been at each other’s throats for some time, but that at this party, Eric Harris approached him and asked him how he was doing. Zach continued to say that they then began talking about things and about future plans. This was the last time that Zach talked to Eric Harris, except for passing each other in the hallways at school. Zachary Heckler said the last time he saw Eric Harris was at the ”after prom” but they did not talk.

Hi :) First I love your blog. Here is my question : Dylan once wrote in his journal that he wouldn’t mind killing Devon (that meant he hated her at the time he wrote that) yet he invited her to his home, helped her when her car was broke, went to her birthday party and so on… Did he have a crush on her or something ?

You can read my answer on Devon and Dylan here. Nope. Dylan wasn’t into Devon that way. However, Devon claimed Eric had a crush on her at one point. I don’t know if that was just her assumption or if Eric really did have a fleeting thing for her since he tended to have quite a few favorite flavors of the week. If he did, it was early on at CHS, and couldn’t have lasted very long since Zach and Devon got together in ‘97.

So basically the friendship Eric and Dylan had wasn’t as “good” as people say it is? Dylan only did it with him because he was the only one who would actually do it right? Dylan wanted to either do it with his love or zach?

Oh, the friendship between Dylan and Eric was good enough..in a bad sort of way. 😉 According to Dylan, he was ‘very good friends’ with Eric; Eric consider Dylan his ‘best friend’. Above and beyond that, you can think of it like the two were the best sort of business arrangement in a friendship because both of the two were committed to having revenge and getting even with the school. They talked about blowing up the school and they knew they both meant it unlike when they talked about it with other friends. They understood it was a one -way mission, ending with their deaths, whether that’d be suicide by cop or by their own hand, and they were vested in their secret plan. Zach joined in on the regular ‘hate school/hate the jocks’ jokes but he wasn’t genuinely dead serious in his hate anymore as he used to be with Dylan. Zach now had a girlfriend in his life and so life was looking at bit more optimistic than it had been. Dylan still resonated with Zach as a person and missed him very much – but he knew things had just..changed. they would never be on the same page anymore with their misery. Still, he shared personal, emotional stuff with Zach which was not his relationship style with Eric. Dylan felt stuck and frustrated and only Eric was there – consistently- to meet him at the same level and to provide a solution for that pain. As for Dylan’s ‘love’, she was an ideal he had held in his mind. He ultimately realized and resigned to the fact that the reality of ‘she’ would never come forward or reveal herself in this lifetime. The two would never confess/return feelings for one another – as he’d hoped and longed for in his imagination – it just wasn’t in the cards. His dream of going NBK with “The Girl” was just that, a dream. Yet, the thoughts of happiness about her carried him forward, propelled him to meet one last goal that meant a hell of a lot more than getting good grades or graduating on to college. He would realize the reality of Judgment and his death day with Eric, his very good friend who would be there with him in their suicide pact. Then beyond that, he and his love would be in wait of each other, their reward would be in finding one another on the other side. While Eric and Dylan may not have both equally considered one another ‘best friends’, they were ideal friends, in that perfect storm sort of way: right time, right conditions and with a common interest binding them together in one shared goal they both badly sought to accomplish.


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Dylan: “Get the fuck out!”

From the very rare footage taped by Brooks, of Dylan age 16, playing video games on playstation (mostly tekken 3) and watching rammstein music video at his home with Zack and Brooks.

We can hear a girl(?) laughing, maybe it’s Devon Adams or Robyn.

Dyl (or perhaps someone else?) doing The Donald Duck.

Mm..no. Get ready for this: that’s Dyl laughing like a girl and someone else is doing The Donald Duck “Get the fuck out!” voice. Yep.

did Dylan really want to pull the NBK with his lover? how did he want this to go? i know that he didn’t really want to do it with eric but he knew that it was his only option because obviously his love wouldn’t do that with him.

I think Dylan initially thought of going NBK with best friend, Zach. They were very close, often commiserated in their shared dissatisfaction with life; they talked about intensely private stuff on the phone and even cried together. So, given that, it seemed the Zach was likely Dylan’s obvious choice when he had begun to entertain ‘NBK’ or ‘my killing spree’ in his journal. At some point, Dylan fell for a girl, or two (lol), and having watched ‘Natural Born Killers’ enough times, it seems equally plausible that his fantasies may have solidified on the ‘Bonnie and Clyde’ Us-against-The-World romantic scenario. How did he want this to go? If you look to the movie “Natural Born Killers” as a reference it pretty much gives you the gist of his potential suicidal foreplay with a guy/girl partner in crime duo. (I also think it’s pretty obvious that Dylan tried to emulate Mickey Knox with the same type of sun glasses and ponytail.)

After ‘“Fate” did not put Her in need of him and decide when they should be together,’ as he’d hoped, and since Zach was now happily distracted with a steady girlfriend, Dylan realized at some point, that his preferential options were running out to end his damnable ‘stasis’. His only remaining choice was to actually go through with doing NBK with Eric. “Maybe going “NBK” (gawd) with Eric is the way to break free.” He ends his concluded solution with a muttered resignation “I hate this.” It’s interesting because Dylan seems essentially preparing for two different NBKs simultaneously: in reality, he and Eric have been physically planning and preparing for NBK creating weapons, procuring guns and such for quite some time, yet, in Dylan’s fantasy world, he probably had envisioned His Love and himself together against humanity before fulfilling their suicide pact. “I’m STILL alone, still in pain, so is she.” After he embraces NBK with Eric, Dylan seems to be satisfied that his true love will never reveal herself on the earth because it just wasn’t supposed to happen in this lifetime – because “Fate” decided he would unite with Her on the other side or in the next life. So, no need to worry about it. NBK with Eric as his partner, would provide the necessary vehicle to his exit from this world so that he could find his way to His Love and be free.

“So I wait 5 more days. 5 more days. 5 eternities, & I know her & I are all conceived from ourselves & each other, every night of the self-awareness journey. The zombies were a test, to see if our love was genuine. We are in wait of our reward, each other. The zombies will never cause us pain anymore. The humanity was a test. I love you, love. Time to die, time to be free, time to love.”

Gunmen Lived Dual Existence In Class, They Were Bright Students. But Out Of Class, An Inner Darkness Bubbled To The Surface.

POSTED: April 22, 1999

LITTLETON, Colo. — They were excellent students – who built pipe bombs in their spare time.

Polite around adults, at school they picked on people of color.

Outwardly artistic, they seethed inwardly at the jocks who dominate social life at Columbine High School.

A day after Eric Harris, 18, and Dylan Klebold, 17, strode into the school, brandishing the guns and homemade grenades they used to kill 13 people before turning their weapons on themselves, their friends and neighbors are still struggling to reconcile those contradictions.

“Even now,” said Mark Heckler, whose son, Zack, was one of Klebold’s best friends, “I keep asking Zack: `Was there a hint? Was there a hint?’ ”

In retrospect, said those who knew the pair, there were plenty.

They described boys who got high grades, who shone in creative writing and video classes, who came from seemingly stable families – but whose fascination with racism and violence was increasingly obvious.

Zack Heckler and Dylan Klebold became friends when both were freshmen at Columbine. Over that time, Heckler watched his son’s buddy evolve from “a very shy kid” into a 6-foot-3 youth who wore black military-style clothing under a long coat, and who let his friendship with Zack slide in favor of a new group calling themselves the Trench Coat Mafia, after the long dark coats they wore.

The Hecklers started hearing more about a boy named Eric Harris, who bragged about building pipe bombs and detonating them in a field outside their upscale housing development. Klebold was spending more time with Harris, less with Zack.

Andrew Robinson, 17, has known Klebold since the two were in eighth grade. “I knew they liked guns and stuff and that they were into fire,” Robinson said, noting that he’d seen at least two or three videos the youths had made depicting explosions and fires. “They’d light stuff on fire and film it. What kid isn’t into strange stuff?”

Last year, authorities said, the two youths were arrested for breaking into a car; they completed their probation earlier this year. Aside from that, people who knew the families said that outwardly, there was no hint of trouble with the boys.

“There were no wild parties, no crazy antics,” said Jody Fattore, 37, who lives across the street from the Harrises. “No clue.”

Neighbors said that Harris’ father is a retired military man and that there is an older brother who no longer lives at home.

Fattore said he frequently saw Klebold drive up to Harris’ house in his black BMW – the same car that police blew up in the school parking lot because it was booby-trapped with explosives.

Mark Heckler said that over the years, he and his wife had become friends with Klebold’s parents. Because of that friendship, he refused to discuss them further.

Yesterday, the Klebold family – as did the Harrises – released a statement sending their prayers and apologies to the victims and their families. “Just like the rest of the country,” the Klebolds wrote, “we’re struggling to understand why this happened.”

Heckler said that, for some time, he had noticed that Dylan Klebold was becoming different.

“We watched the change in Dylan,” he said. ``He came around less and less.“

And yet: “When he came to visit us, he’d take the trench coat off and leave it in the car.”

It was almost as though a persona went along with the trench coats, one that was more apparent in school, where other students said Klebold and Harris wore the distinctive garb no matter what the weather.

Matt Good, 16, who lived two doors down from Harris, said his neighbor was always friendly when they saw each other in their cul-de-sac of split-level homes. But in school, Harris flaunted Nazi insignia, taunted black students with racial slurs, and traded German phrases with Klebold.

The two appeared to have adopted a hybrid style that incorporated elements of Goth – involving black clothing and makeup – and neo-Nazism. That sort of blend isn’t unusual, said Brian Levin, a professor at Stockton University in South Jersey who studies hate groups.

“This is really the new face of terrorism,” he said. ``They’re younger. They make their own ideology.“

Harris and Klebold attacked the school on April 20, a day that is significant on two levels. “They knew it was Hitler’s birthday,” said Erik Veik, 16, who had a video production class with the youths.

But the date, 4-20, also is known by marijuana users as the legal designation for a drug charge. “Is [the significance] the penal code or Hitler’s birthday? We’ll never know,” Levin said.

“What’s more interesting here is that these fellows were into rebellion and revenge … and what better way to affirm yourself at the top of a subculture than by doing the most rebellious thing you can against society and, at the same time, getting back at the people you don’t like?”

In this case, said Good, that meant jocks and minorities.

“They’d say things like, `Oh, the jocks think they’re so cool. They run this school,’ ” said Good. And, he said, they would make racist remarks to the school’s few minority-group students.

The antagonism was mutual.

Mike Smith, 18, a senior, was the point guard of the school’s state-championship basketball team and is on the track team. He is also one of about a half-dozen African American students among Columbine’s 1,800 students.

“They were ones you’d make fun of,” he said of the Trench Coat Mafia.

“Sometimes it’d be me calling them names. It was like fun and games,” said Smith. The basketball player, his hair dyed blond, yesterday wore a Perry Ellis sweatsuit, silver chains and jewelry, and a diamond stud in his left ear. On the left lapel of his sweatsuit jacket, he displayed a silver ribbon in remembrance of the victims.

He said he and the other jocks would pick on the “mafia” members, egging them on with jibes of “gay,” or “inbreed.”

Harris and Klebold would respond in German, he said. “They’d talk back to us in another language and we’d just laugh.”

The tensions between the two groups came to a head at the end of the last school year. For several weeks, Smith said, the two groups fought almost daily after school.

“It was like, `OK, we’ll meet you here and we’ll meet you there and get it all over with,’ ” he said. He said school officials knew about the fights but did little to stop them.

“ `Boys will be boys, just cut it out,’ that’s what we heard,” he said. “Here, the teams are so good that if you’re an athlete, you’re not going to get suspended unless you do something really bad.”

At times in the past, he had shrugged off the disputes. But yesterday, he felt guilty.

“Sometimes,” he added, gesturing at the school over his shoulder, “I think it’s because of me.”

Likewise, others searched their memories of contact with Klebold and Harris for any sign that the rampage was imminent.

The night before the slayings, Klebold and Zack Heckler spoke on the phone, as they did nearly nightly, despite their waning friendship, said Zack’s father.

“But Dylan said, `Zack, I’m kinda tired,’ and then he hung up,” said Mike Heckler. “Now, I put two and two together after this chaos … and I think Dylan was trying to protect Zack.”

His son never saw Klebold the day of the shooting, he said. “But when we heard trench coat and when we heard pipe bombs, Zack knew who it was.”

On the morning of the shooting, Jessica Rosencrans showed up at Columbine at 6:15 for bowling class, a senior elective. As always, Eric Harris was there.

“He seemed perfectly normal,” she said of the boy who less than six hours later would help gun down 13 of her fellow students.

Erik Veik, who was in the video class with the two youths, said he helped them produce a video that has since been turned over to police. He would not discuss its contents.

“If that video were seen now, it would be disastrous,” he said. But he remains mystified as to the killers’ motives.

“The first thing I thought was, `Eric and Dylan, why did you do this?’ ” he said. “They did something that will never leave the hearts and minds of people in the school.”

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Good Friends and Best Friends Kindred Spirits

I just thought it interesting to note that Dylan remembers Zach Heckler’s birthday in his day planner, enough to mention it – but seemingly not Eric’s.

Dylan writes about Zach Heckler in his journal 7/23/97:

“My best friend ever: the friend who shared, experimented, laughed, took chances with & appreciated me more than any friend ever did has been ordained … “passed on” … in my book. Ever since (Devon) (who I wouldn’t mind killing) has loved him … that’s the only place he’s been with her …if any- one had any idea how sad I am … I mean we were the TEAM. When him & I were friends, well I finally found someone who was like me: who appreciated me & shared very common interests.”.

Dylan writes about Eric Harris in his Diversion Questionnaire Jan ‘98:

“Friends for about 4 years, (scribbled out ? was he considering the word ‘best’ and decided against it?) very good friends.”

Ashamed

Dylan and Eric were arrested, charged with theft, criminal mischief and criminal trespassing and released them to their none-too-happy parents.

Dylan was so ashamed he didn’t even tell Nate Dykeman, who found out about it third-hand.

“I said, `Is this the reason you can’t go out?’ and he got all red and told me he didn’t want to talk about it,” Nate said.

Fatal Friendship – The Rocky Mountain News – August 22, 1999

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Sue Caruthers had Dylan Klebold working for her on several play productions. She described him as being very efficient. She said that upon one occasion she remembers that he didn’t show up for the production he was supposed to be at for rehearsals and that she asked a friend of his, Zach Heckler, where he was. Zach Heckler told her that Dylan Klebold had been in an anger management class. She asked Dylan Klebold about this when he came to the class and he didn’t wish to provide any details other than he’d done something wrong and he had to go to this class. She describes him as being very respectful and courteous, and never showed any disrespect for her or any other faculty while she was around.

Sue Caruthers – 002692

Dylan dans sa classe de français (Dylan in his French class)

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Dylan was in French 4 in junior year (1997-1998), where he apparently had a difficult time getting his work done.

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From his day planner for October 10, 1997, trying to encourage himself to get on with his French homework (JC-001-026445).

From Dylan’s college entrance essay to the University…

LOL. Way to go, Dylan! Personally, I think if Zach (his true best friend) had not been in this class with him, Dylan wouldn’t have given himself permission to act out and would’ve been more subdued and inhibited. However, these two boys put together was a bad brew for mischief as they kept up’ing the ante on flaunting rules and respectful behavior. Dylan was generally very shy and quiet but seemed to let loose in the company of those he felt comfortable doing so. Interesting to note that once Zach was suspended he began to curb his behavior. So, did Dylan then too? In a comparison with Eric and Dylan in class: I don’t believe Eric would ever allow himself to be openly disrespectful to the teacher – he was there to learn and keep up his GPA, therefore, Dylan was likely more docile and cooperative in class. And I guess the St. John’s Wort was not helping his ‘motivation’ in doing that annoying French Intro. damn it!

Dylan dans sa classe de français (Dylan in his French class)

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                                                                        7-23-97

                                                                    A changing time

                «-VoDkA-» ‘s Thoughts(z?)

                       The {Zach} situation

It is not good for me right now (like it ever is)…but anyway…My best friend ever: the friend who shared, experimented, laughed, took chances with & appreciated me more than any friend ever did has been ordained..”passed on”…in my book. Ever since {Devon} (who i wouldn’t mind killing) has loved him…that’s the only place he’s been: with her…If anyone had any idea how sad I am…I mean we were the TEAM. When him & I first were friends, well I finally find someone who was like me: who appreciated me & shared very common interests. Ever since 7th grade i’ve felt lonely…When {Zach} came around, I finally felt happiness (sometimes)…we did cigars, drinking, sabotage to houses, EVERYTHING for the first time together & now that he’s “moved on” i feel so lonely, w/o a friend. Oh well, maybe he’ll come around ——>….I hope. 

                                               That’s All…for this topic…maybe                                                                     i’ll never see this again

                                                             KiBBz(?)

                                                        «-VoDkA—»


Dylan & Zach Heckler

Dylan’s journal entry most likely about Zach. (Sorry if I screwed up any in my translated version.)

“Everything for the first time together”  how sweet 🙂

Great translation of Dyl speak. 😉

The seniors in our theatre troupe decided to produce a special video for Frankenstein.  Not only was it a farewell project for the drama students, it was a farewell to Mrs. Caruthers, who had been one of our favorite teachers over the past four years.

For the first part of the tape, we did interviews with the cast and crew about their favorite memories of Mrs. Caruthers.  We then added in footage from rehearsal, along with scenes from the movie Young Frankenstein.

Dylan,  Zach Heckler and I were the three people who did “commentary” for the tape.  The three of us sat down in the front row of the Columbine auditorium and set the camera down on the stage.  Our job was to review all of the people in the Frankenstein program and offer both compliments and “inside jokes” that only those involved in the department would understand.  Later we would inter-cut the footage with scenes from Young Frankenstein and show the finished version to other people in the drama club.

It was a lot of fun to make, and the camera caught a few moments of Dylan coming out of his quiet shell.  We went backwards through the program, reading each name and offering a few observations.  The first name Zach read off was Principal DeAngelis.

Dylan leaned in toward the camera. “Ha ha ha,” he said.

The three of us roasted each other as much as we could. Dylan, who had sat quietly through some of the early jokes, happily came out of his shell for ribbing on me.

Dylan gave special mention to the makeup crew. “Damn good job,“  he said.  “Brooks, you were ugly as shit. And that’s hard to beat, with the way you look normally.”

“I was uglier than I even am usually.” I agreed.

“Don’t get fire within twenty feet of the pants,”  Dylan warned, referring to my ‘Frankenstein monster” costume.  “There were about thirty different chemicals put into that.” (This was true, actually.  Dylan and I made the pants using an old pair of jeans that we soaked in gasoline and paint thinner to make them look as horrible as possible.  After the final performance, we took them out to a field and flicked a cigarette at them.  They immediately burst into flames.)

“Zach, how did this guy do on sound?” I asked, referring to Dylan.

“Oh, he sucked,” Zach replied.

Dylan threw his hands up. “Thank you!”

“And everybody was crying about it, because it was late,” Zach added.  Dylan hadn’t finished preparing the sound cues by Mrs. C’s original deadline.

“Yeah, yeah,” Dylan said. “I’d like to bring forth attention to this, actually – for three years now, I’ve been doing this job.  Just a guess here, but I think I know what I’m doing—“

“Okay, shut up,” I said.  We all laughed.

That was how the video went.  We picked out names, made a few good-natured jokes, then complimented the person and moved on.  We had especially kind words for Mrs. Caruthers, whom all three of us were going to miss.

“You’re losing your entire sound and light crew,” I said to the camera.  “This will be the last play we get to do with you.”

The three of us asked for bribes in exchange for passing along our knowledge to the next crop of students.  “Hey, Mrs. C, next Saturday – big ol’ party,” Dylan said. “Heineken, Miller… We need you.”  It was a running joke for theatre students to try and get Mrs. Caruthers to buy booze for us, because we knew she never would.

We offered our thanks to Mrs. Caruthers for her inspiration.  “From the people who have been working with you the longest, we want to say, very beautiful job with all the plays,” I said.

“Very well done,” Dylan added.  “All of these kids over the years – I don’t know how, but … you put the whole thing together.”

“You’ve taught us how to work on our own,” I said.  “We really did this play on our own, and it was fantastic.  And we owe it to you, Mrs. C.”

After the final performance that night, everyone from the show watched the video.  My mom took pictures.  There was Dylan, laughing and having a good time.  Just like everyone else.

–Brooks Brown, No Easy Answers, Chapter 9, Suburban Life