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April 20th, 1999 tape - roughly 30 minutes before the attack
Evidence item #333

Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold are once more in the family room of the Harris home. Eric is filming. Dylan is wearing a black baseball cap on backward, exposing a “B” embroidered in white on the back of the hat - the Boston Red Sox logo. He’s wearing a plaid shirt, either dark blue or black with white; the shirt’s untucked. He’s wearing black BDUs (military-style pants) tucked into military-style boots. There are several bags on the floor, including a large maroon one.

Eric: “Say it now.”

Dylan: “Hey mom. Gotta go. It’s about a half an hour before our little judgment day. I just wanted to apologize to you guys for any crap this might instigate as far as (inaudible) or something. Just know I’m going to a better place. I didn’t like life too much and I know I’ll be happy wherever the fuck I go. So I’m gone. Good-bye. Reb…”

Dylan takes the camera then and begins filming Eric. Eric’s also wearing a plaid shirt that’s either dark blue or black with white, with a white t-shirt on underneath. His lower half can’t be seen.

Eric: “Yea… Everyone I love, I’m really sorry about all this. I know my mom and dad will be just like.. just fucking shocked beyond belief. I’m sorry, all right. I can’t help it.”

Dylan: (interrupts) “We did what we had to do.”

Eric: “Morris, Nate, if you guys live, I want you guys to have whatever you want from my room and the computer room.”

Dylan adds that they can have his things as well.

Eric: “Susan, sorry. Under different circumstances it would’ve been a lot different. I want you to have that fly CD.”

Eric: (eventually) “That’s it. Sorry. Goodbye.”

Dylan: (sticks his face in the camera) “Goodbye.”


The tape ends with a brief glimpse of a sign on the wall of Eric’s bedroom, someone’s arm partially blocking it from sight. It’s the letters: CHS along with a drawing of a bomb with a lit fuse and, in bold black letters, the word “clue”. 

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I’m sorry, but I’m little confused about positions on Senior Class photo. It seems like Brooks has his elbow on Eric’s knee, right? But Eric’s legs look really funny, I mean, due to bottom of Eric’s combat boot, is it possible? Doesn’t make sense.

In the senior photo when they did the goofy picture, there’s a foot on the fat dudes (next to brooks) lap and I’m just wondering - is that Dylan’s foot????? And who’s knees is Brooks resting on?? I’m so confused lol.


I’ve studied and studied this photo quite a bit myself and and it’s not easy to figure out!  So, you’re not the only one that is coming up short over it! The thing that doesn’t make much sense is the body part in light blue denim jeans that I put a ‘?’ by. But, we can determine from the first photo, that Eric is wearing black BDU pants. Brooks and Zack have slightly nuanced shades of dark blue jeans so this means.. the light denim jeans have to be Dylan’s! His body is slopping forward and his looong thighs are kinda squeezed in together and all we can see are the tops of his knees  Brooks has his hand lazily resting on the top of Dyl’s knees.  I used to think that was Dylan’s boot..but I it seems too small given that Dylan had a size 12 foot.  It can’t possibly be Eric’s boot, because his body is leaning in the opposite direction. No way would he get his boot swung forward.  So, the only logical explanation would be Robyn’s boot. I don’t know what kind of rugged boots she has on but that would give her a fairly sizable foot for a girl - maybe size 9 or 10.  Which would mean that her right leg is bent, leaning on top of Dylan’s thigh (which we can’t see behind Zack) and she’s resting her boot on top of Zack’s leg.  That’s the best I can deduce of it presently!  :)  The photo really is a puzzle-like conundrum..   

And, by the way, Zack is not a “fat dude”, he is stocky, people, stocky. Sheeesh.  The poor guy…

The Basement Tapes

April 20th, 1999 tape - roughly 30 minutes before the attack

Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold are once more in the family room of the Harris home. Eric is filming. Dylan is wearing a black baseball cap on backward, exposing a “B” embroidered in white on the back of the hat - the Boston Red Sox logo. He’s wearing a plaid shirt, either dark blue or black with white; the shirt’s untucked. He’s wearing black BDUs (military-style pants) tucked into military-style boots. There are several bags on the floor, including a large maroon one.

Eric: “Say it now.”

Dylan: “Hey mom. Gotta go. It’s about a half an hour before our little judgment day. I just wanted to apologize to you guys for any crap this might instigate as far as (inaudible) or something. Just know I’m going to a better place. I didn’t like life too much and I know I’ll be happy wherever the fuck I go. So I’m gone. Good-bye. Reb…”

Dylan takes the camera then and begins filming Eric. Eric’s also wearing a plaid shirt that’s either dark blue or black with white, with a white t-shirt on underneath. His lower half can’t be seen.

Eric: “Yea… Everyone I love, I’m really sorry about all this. I know my mom and dad will be just like.. just fucking shocked beyond belief. I’m sorry, all right. I can’t help it.”

Dylan: (interrupts) “We did what we had to do.”

Eric: “Morris, Nate, if you guys live, I want you guys to have whatever you want from my room and the computer room.”

Dylan adds that they can have his things as well.

Eric: “Susan, sorry. Under different circumstances it would’ve been a lot different. I want you to have that fly CD.”

Eric: (eventually) “That’s it. Sorry. Goodbye.”

Dylan: (sticks his face in the camera) “Goodbye.”

The tape ends with a brief glimpse of a sign on the wall of Eric’s bedroom, someone’s arm partially blocking it from sight. It’s the letters: CHS along with a drawing of a bomb with a lit fuse and, in bold black letters, the word “clue”.

@svetlanaabril is worried.

So I thought I’d let you know, Jack and Brock are okay. These two assholes are just getting some paperwork done.

“Don’t you even fuckin’ think about lighting that up in here,” Rumlow warned, pointing a finger at Jack, without ever taking his eyes off the background packet he was perusing.

“I’m not,” Jack dismissively assured him, despite placing the cigar into the side of his mouth.

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It’s time for another episode of.. The (lost) Basement Tapes moments..  ;)

Eric is filming Dylan in his bedroom at 9351 Cougar Road…

Unfortunately for VoDkA, fashion malfunctions begin to occur…………………………………………………..

Dylan is wearing black BDU’s, a black t-shirt with “Wrath” in red print across the front.  

      He attaches black suspenders to his pants & also attaches a tan ammo type pouch to his belt or suspenders and a green canvas pouch to his right shin.

         He then removes some items from an open small suitcase/hard sided briefcase on the floor.

        He takes a sawed off shotgun and places it into a cargo pocket on his pants & then attaches it with webbing so that it stays in place.

        He has the Tec 9 on a sling over his shoulder.

He comments about his “50 round clip” and mentions smugly:

“you will find Brandon Larson head on my knife.”

The boys talk about writing poems “in (Judy) Kelly’s class today”and how ridiculous it was. 

They start talking then about the double-barrel shotgun.

 “Thanks, Mr. Stevens. [to Eric]
         He knew I was fucking buying it..”

Dylan gets dressed, pulling on a black trenchcoat.

     ~long pause~

“…I’m fat on this side,” he says.

and starts talking about how he looks 

“fat with all the stuff on.”

Dylan tries to toss the TEC-9 into his hand from where it’s hanging on the sling but his coat prevents the move.

~pause~

        “I’ll have to take the coat off.”  he decides.

Dylan complains then about how he doesn’t want to take off the coat.

 “I like my coat.” he laments.

The boys begin discussing how

“fucking snow is gay” 

“hope the shit clears out by Tuesday, actually Sunday.” they say.

Eric: “ I need dry weather for my fires.”

Fic: Addiction / Inspired by: image above >_> / Napollya, Age!Kink, Modern AU where Illya is a young spetsnaz agent and Napoleon is a full CIA agent. E-rated. Excerpt: 

Slowly, Napoleon sat up. His cellmate was surprisingly young, possibly in his early twenties at the very most, rangy, with long arms and legs, his blonde hair cut short, almost to the skull. His blue eyes were narrowed in suspicion, his mouth flattened into a sharp line, and he was dressed in a filthy thin undershirt that had once been white, and a pair of BDU pants that were caked with dried blood on the right thigh. He was also quite possibly the most beautiful young man Napoleon had ever seen, and for a moment Napoleon thought that perhaps he’d had a harder knock to the head from the smugglers than he had thought.

His cellmate looked Napoleon slowly over - the dusty, stained suit that was probably by now unsalvageable, the shirt with the top button ripped off, tie long missing, the cufflinks, the polished shoes, now mud-caked, and started to frown. “You are the American contact?” he asked quietly, in a thick Russian accent.

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Some of my favorites — the small, yet mighty tactical backup / fixed blade EDC  bunch: Patrick Doyle Land Pirate, ru-titley-knives kiridashi, Jarosz Knives JFS (I have two of them), and BRT Bladeworks BDU Backup. All small enough to be easily carried horizontally with a single soft loop around the belt without being noticed, but all quite capable of performing serious cutting tasks. All great, unique designs, but the BRT just melts into your hand with that angular shape. I’m glad I got the chance to handle one at a local show, because from the pictures I was wondering what Ben was smoking :)