Hello, I published this piece about Casey in an international magazine of arts and culture. You might recognize in it a few words from what you've said about Casey on this page. I have so much appreciated what everyone has shared here. 

"https://www.scene4.com/1121/l…"

Casey and I first became friends in 2009 when we met up with our families at the beach in California. We had gone to the same middle school but never talked until then, and explored the beach together for a couple hours and were friends since.

Casey was impish and quick witted. I never felt self conscious or had to fill any gaps in the conversation, because he was so easy to talk with. A very playful and introspective person.

We would hang out whenever we were in the same city - loved watching the swifts at Chapman park, and would see them in September.

We shared books, and Powell’s was one of our go to places to meet up. The game was to say which room we were in, but then sneak up on the other person (either through the book shelves or casually sidle up next to them)

Casey had many different interests. We went to the art museum four or five times, and he was always very intrigued and could perceptively call out lazy art. But loved the good art.

Casey was a big rap fan, so I remember that it surprised me when he had researched and planned for us to go to the jazz festival on the waterfront. We danced and went out walking for a couple hours that night. He was always relaxed and along for the ride.

He loved to cook too.

It makes me sad to talk about Casey because he is a friend I will miss very much. The day after my dad died we skipped class and climbed up the fire escape to a rooftop near Lincoln. The last time we were together in 2019, he was looking at a glass bottle, and wondering about the process of how the factory had produced it. I drew his portrait and we passed the paper back and forth drawing the telephone wires on the skyline.

Loved his freckles. 

Pain in the a$$ or not..

I miss my boy.

Dad