Maybe I'm overselling it a little bit, but it was definitely an unusual encounter.
His house was like the beginning stages of someone from a hoarders episode. Trash piled everywhere with cups growing mold and clothes littered about the place.
I just remember going through his kitchen on the way to where he had some cabs he was trying to sell (my buddy had found an ad, I'm assuming on Craig's List, for some Candy Cabs, and he had asked me to come along to help him move them if he purchased them) and seeing arcade boards in the open cabinets instead of dishes. We bullshit about games for a bit and my buddy ended up buying two cabs from him.
I just remember my buddy's wife telling us as we were leaving, that she had seen Casey through the open door, as we were pulling out of his driveway, taking the hundred dollar bills he had just gotten out of the stack, and placing them one by one under different pieces of trash/magazines on the table in his living room.
I was certain, by the time we left the place, of who it was, so I looked up a photo in one of the threads we have on here and it was definitely him. Sad when your hobby and mental illness/probable drug addiction collide.
