Just who was Dylan Bennet Klebold? You've probably come upon this website because you know about his actions and who he became at the end of his life. But to his friends, he was better known as "Vodka", an earned name supposedly due to his penchant for the clear alcohol.

He was born on September 11th, 1981 - the son of Thomas and Susan Klebold - and the younger brother of Byron. He began his schooling in Littleton, Colorado at Normandy Elementary, attending only the First and Second grades before transferring to Governor's Ranch Elementary. At Governor's Ranch, he was part of the CHIPS program [Challenging High Intellectual Potential Students]. He then attended Ken Caryl Middle School, which proved to be quite a transition for the quiet young student, due to his shyness.

As a young boy, Dylan enjoyed playing T-ball, baseball and soccer. He was a pitcher on his baseball team. His coach stated that Dylan threw the ball harder than anyone else on the team and absolutely played to win.

His favorite baseball team was the Boston Red Sox, and was often seen wearing a baseball cap with the team's emblem. Story has it that the cap had to be replaced several times over the years because it would become so worn out. As most of you know, he would be found dead in the library of Columbine High School in 1999, in a pool of his own blood - with the same hat lying a few inches away from his head - a self-inflicted gunshot wound to his left temple.

Dylan had also been a Cub Scout and worked hard to earn his badges. He played the drums, was an avid Nintendo player, and enjoyed a childhood full of happiness which would become cherished memories for his family and friends.

At Columbine High, he was active in the school play productions as a light and sound coordinator. He was also involved in video productions and Columbine's RNN [Rebel News Network]. He also was a computer assistant at Columbine, helping to maintain the school's computer server. At almost 6'3" and around 180 lbs. [sources vary], Dylan towered over most people his age. He was shy and quiet, yet could be outgoing around his friends and family. He madefairly good grades. He took a Philosophy class for a short time, as well as Psychology and Calculus.

Dylan drove a 1982 BMW 320i and reportedly attended St. Philip Lutherean Church with his family. He had two pet cats [reportedly Lucy and Rocky] and a bird.

He kept journals in which he wrote poetry and doodled in. These journals also included the daily happenings and struggles of everyday typical teenage life which most young people experience. He expressed love, hate, lust, sadness, longing and everything in-between. He quoted lyrics from his favorite songs and bands. These journals were made public a few years ago.

He enjoyed playing computer games, like most normal teenagers. He enjoyed playing games such as Quake, Doom, Hexen, Diablo and countless others. His left ear was pierced, and he usually wore a "triple cross" earring. I was once told [by one of Dylan's old friends in 2002] that it was homemade, but I have also heard that it was made in Shop class at school or that it was specially ordered from a company. [To see what the triple cross looks like, refer to his journal doodles.] He drew the triple cross numerous times, repeating the same design over and over in his writings and doodles.

Dylan was a cigarette smoker, smoking Marlboro Menthols preferably. He enjoyed the occasional [albeit underaged] drink of alcohol, including mixed alcoholic drinks. It has been said that he had a legendary appetite, as most teenage boys have, eating cereal from mixing bowls and stocking candy bars and Dr. Pepper sodas in a small refrigerator that he supposedly had in his room [supposedly a gift from his brother, Byron].

He very much enjoyed movies and music. Among his favorite movies were Natural Born Killers, From Dusk Til Dawn, and Pulp Fiction. He loved The Lost Highway also, and anything by Quentin Tarantino was a winner in his book. Among his favorite bands were The Smashing Pumpkins, Orbital, The Chemical Brothers, KMFDM, Nine Inch Nails, and Rammstein. He mainly loved the beat in songs, more than likely because he was a drummer. However, he did put special emphasis on the lyrics of a lot of the songs he loved, including "Beautiful" by The Smashing Pumpkins and "The Perfect Drug" by Nine Inch Nails.

During the last year or two of his life, he made plans for the future - though more than likely it was an affront to hide his true plans. He and his dad took a trip to Arizona to check out Arizona State University, where he picked out and paid for a dorm room. He had planned to major in Computer Sciences.

The weekend before he ended his life and the lives of others, he attended Columbine High's prom with a mutual friend, Robyn Anderson. Many people have believed that there was something more than just friendship between he and Robyn, but it was known that they were just platonic friends.

Dylan was badly depressed. Although he did have many good friends, he felt as though almost - if not all of them - weren't true friends and that they would only leave him in the end. He wanted, most of all, a love to call his own. He wished for someone to love, and he yearned for love and acceptance in an individual whom he could call his soulmate. However, that companion never came.

We all know what happened on the day he died; after all, his actions are now infamous and unforgettable - especially to the victims' families and his own family and friends. He and his friend, Eric Harris, murdered twelve students, one teacher, and injured numerous others before taking their own lives.

Despite the vicious murders that Dylan helped commit on that horrible day on April 20th, 1999, he is remembered by his family and most of his friends as a wonderfully smart and funny boy who is dearly missed. His actions were shocking to mostly everyone who knew him, and many still cannot believe that he had helped plan the massacre for over a year.

Dylan, on my behalf and other people who care for him and his family, will always be remembered as the person that he was... not the person that he became in the end. He was once that little boy catching frogs and camping in the woods. He was once that little boy whose baseball glove was too big for his small hand. He was once that tiny baby boy who cried when he was hungry or lonely, and his mommy and daddy wiped those tears away.

Sounds a lot like you, doesn't it?