“heh heh heh. I sure had fun this weekend. lets see, what really happened. before going to the Rock n Bowl we stopped by King Soopers and me and and [censored] picked up some big ass stoges. we then went to the Rock n Bowl and I had a few cigarettes and one of my brand new cigars. we then went back to [censored] house where her mom had previousely bought us all a fuck load of liquor. personally I had asked for Tequilla and Irish cream, Vodka got his Vodka, and there was beer, whiskey, schnapps, puchers, scotch and of course, orange juice! so we had some fun there playing cards and making drinks. we eventually made it to bed at about 5AM got up at 10, went to safeway got some donuts and then I took Vodka home. the bottle of tequilla is almost full and is in car, right by my spare tire and right by the bottle of irish cream. heh heh…” 11/8/98
I think this is my favorite journal entry by Eric, only because he demonstrates his teen side rather than Reb’s side. In majority of his journal, he expresses his large hatred for humanity and the world around him. He hated everyone and everything, and I think it’s because he was trying to fuel his murderous side. Because he was trying so hard focus on what he hated and how mad everything made him, he missed out on a lot of just being a regular teenager. He missed out what it was like to socialize normally with friends without talking about violence, but just enjoy each other’s accompaniment. But on the day of his birthday celebration, he wasn’t around guns. He wasn’t around pipe bombs. He didn’t stress about NBK. He was just being himself.