From the Columbine Report, document 7001-7100, page 42:
“I asked [David] Proctor if he knew either Dylan Klebold or Eric Harris. He stated he had known both. Proctor stated that he knew Klebold since 5th or 6th grade and had become reacquainted with him during his sophomore year. He stated that he and Klebold played Doom over the Internet. He then clarified that it wasn’t actually the Internet that it was actually a direct modern connection. I asked Proctor how often he saw or did things with Klebold. He stated that they got together every couple of weeks for midnight bowling. He stated that they played Doom sometimes as often as twice a week. Proctor stated that he did not want to play as often as Klebold did, as his skill level was not near as good as Klebold. He stated that Klebold would “kick my butt” and stated that both Klebold and Harris were “absolutely amazing” at playing the game.”
Remembering the Victims of the Columbine High School Massacre
On April 20, 1999, two gunmen took the lives of 13 people at Columbine High School. These gunmen subsequently took their own lives as well, making the death toll 15. Today is the 18th anniversary of the attack. These are the victims, may they never be forgotten.
Rachel Scott, 17, born on August 5, 1981.
Daniel Rohrbough, 15, born on March 2, 1984.
Kyle Velasquez, 16, born on May 5, 1982.
Steven Curnow, 14, born on August 18, 1984.
Cassie Bernall, 17, born on November 6, 1981.
Isaiah Shoels, 18, born on August 4, 1980.
Matthew Kechter, 16, born on February 19, 1983.
Lauren Townsend, 18, January 17, 1981.
John Tomlin, 16, born on September 1, 1982.
Kelly Fleming, 16, born on January 6, 1983.
Daniel Mauser, 15, born on June 25, 1983.
Corey DePooter, 17, born on March 3, 1982.
William “Dave” Sanders, 48, born on October 22, 1951.
anon: bullet point for Eric as boyfriend!!!! Pls!!!
<|•-•|> your wish is my command
• starting out rocky in a very fragile friendship; you were first friends with Dylan and you weren’t very sure because people would talk so poorly of him.
• at first you would only hang around him if you HAD too for friends but soon enough he tried to actually talking to you and surprisingly enough…he was decent.
• late night phone calls is what you looked forward to every night after school and after homework.
• going to see him at work and when you weren’t looking Dylan would nudge Eric in the shoulder.
• movie nights would turn into ‘Eric being a movie critic for an hour and a half’ nights.
• he would finally ask you out to dinner that night after he finished his shift.
• it wasn’t the most glamorous night nor the most peaceful but it was definitely memorable. (he took you to Olive Garden and on the way back you guys hit a pot hole and left overs went FLYING)
• you wouldn’t agree on everything and there would be big chunk a of time where you couldn’t stand each other once it went on for two weeks but you would both apologize and it would mellow down after awhile.
• it would definitely come back up again later and bite one of y’all in the ass.
• watching him play DOOM but only because you liked to watch his eyes light up with happiness when he won a level.
.evan todd was one of the major antagonists of eric and dylan
.nbk was eric and dylans codename for their massacre (named after one of the boys favourite films “natural born killers)
.eric nicknamed his shotgun arlene
.eric broke his nose during the massacre after shooting cassie bernall from the kickback of his shotgun
.witnesses on prom night remember specifically seeing eric dylan and chris morris sneaking away to somewhere (speculation is to plant the propane bombs)
Happy Birthday to my soccer loving, animal protecting, very angry, beautiful boy. Eric David Harris, everyday I spend wishing that there was a time machine. A way to get back to you. To be there for you, to protect you, to hug you, to listen to you, to stay up all night to talk about the stars and how shitty humans are and our own morality, to just be a friend. to just be there. to just make you feel wanted. to remind you of how intelligent you were. to remind you of how sweet you were. to remind you of how talented you were. to remind you how much I love seeing your smile. to remind you how fucking amazing you were. this may sound weird to say about someone you didn’t know, that you will never know, someone that died years before your existence. but I don’t care, I miss you and love you so much. I’m crying while writing this. you should be here today, surrounded by people who love you. you deserve to be celebrated, you deserve to be loved. you always have and always will. Even despite you being gone, you’ve helped me through so much. You have helped me realize so much. You make me feel not as alone. I hope with every fiber of my entire being that you’re safe, protected, happy, and at peace. I hope you feel SO fucking happy in a way that you never were on this earth. Who knows, maybe we’ll meet someday. And I look forward to that day. Until then, goodnight beautiful boy ❤️❤️💗💗💓💓💕💕 all my love