I Had An Unlikely Friendship With Erik Menendez. Erik Menendez looks back and smiles at the spectator section during his and his brother Lyle’s murder trial, Aug. 11, 1993, in a Van Nuys courtroom in Los Angeles. My parents didn’t know about our friendship, and I was certain that this was the moment they would discover my secret, causing everything to come crashing down on me. I couldn’t imagine the consequences I would face if my mom and dad discovered that the “Erik” who often called our house was actually Erik Menendez. A letter sent from Erik Menendez to the author Courtesy of Jennifer Sullivan BeebeEver since then, I’ve felt like I owed you an explanation.

Source: Huffington Post June 10, 2025 12:22 UTC