[For anyone who runs into Casimiro this evening, terribly sorry you might just find him in several situations.

A. During the early evening, it's Casimiro's shift on at the bar. He's not exactly working (surprise), instead he's playing solitaire and pretending to clean a glass every time his boss walks by. He's kind of fed up about catering to ( Read more... )

[Fellow residents of Nelson Street may have heard quite a commotion coming from house 1668. Upon waking in a foreign bed with sunlight cast over his face, Casimiro leapt from bed and proceeded to flip the fuck out. Lamps? Knocked over. Furniture? Tripped over. But once he realized his face wasn’t burning off, he seemed to calm down. Until he looked ( Read more... )