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Post by cassius alvaro on Feb 26, 2011 21:57:50 GMT -7
lexa, jon k.,resident
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FULL NAME cassius santiago alvaro.
NICKNAMES n/a.
CURRENT AGE twenty-five.
DATE OF BIRTH february 1, 1986.
HOMETOWN austin, texas.
RELATIONSHIP STATUS in a relationship.
MOTHER cassandra alvaro (née carrozza), fifty, unemployed.
FATHER santiago alvaro, deceased.
SIBLINGS spero antonio alvaro, twenty.
CHILDREN alessia grace mayfield-alvaro, seven.
PETS ringo, four, rotweiler.
REASON FOR BEING IN NEW YORK mutual need to get the fuck out of texas with harley.
BEST KEPT SECRETS
1. i need harley a lot more than she thinks.
2. sometimes i can't look at alessia because all i see is harley.
3. i know harley's fucking around.
4. and i'd rather her dead than with anyone else.
5. i might enjoy hannah montana.
GROCERY LIST
1. jack daniels.
2. captain crunch.
3. texas toast.
4. bone in rib-eye.
5. lemon pepper.
MOST RECENT PURCHASES
1. flowers.
2. vicodin.
3. mexican dinner.
4. light bulbs.
5. do bills count?
INTERVIEW
"i can only take partial responsibility when it comes to the way cassius was raised. i taught him what was right. how to threat people, how to present yourself in public, how to go about things not going your way, on the other hand, how not to treat people, or how not to act.. he only acted that way up until he was about seven, and then he turned into a real nightmare. he had been in daycare, and two months later we got a call from them, saying that he was biting students, kicking teachers, and basically uncontrollable. they suggested that we sent him to a school with a better program for dealing with children with needs, but we didn't believe it. god only knows why, since when the son of a bitch was ten years old he was already stealing from my wallet, taking whatever i had, he'd never even deny it. he was a real fucking piece of work. thinking i was out of line for taking pills to get me through a hell of a day, telling me i had munchausen's syndrome.. so at a certain point, i told him he had something wrong with him. and gave him those pills, i only wanted to calm him down, make him bearable, maybe have some for myself. and that may sound awful but if he was your kid, you would have to. then my husband died, and that was where our relationship ended. he'd gotten his twelve year old girlfriend pregnant, and i told him i'd wished it was him that died. we haven't spoken since, i've never even seen my granddaughter."
cassandra alvaro, fifty
"cassius is only five years older than me, but for some reason we still never really got close. we're brothers, but that's about all i can say. i never really understood him and my mom's dynamic, to be honest, i can't recall a single time i've ever seen them not fighting. i kind of understood her, she had a husband and life she didn't think she'd have, and cassius understood my dad, and was really close with him. i don't agree with the things my mom did, but i don't agree with cassius either. they were both in the wrong, but they're spitting images of each other, both stubborn as ever. and because of that i think there was no way they'd ever be able to get along. it's not just the kind of stubborn where someone won't say sorry, but the kind of stubborn where i'd seen them go months, and months without talking, even if it was the others birthday, or christmas. it was fucked up, but they're done with each other now, so i guess it's irrelevant."
spero alvaro, brother
"cassius is someone i prefer to not talk about. thinking about him genuinely makes me sick to my fucking stomach. we dated for a couple of years, freshman and sophomore year of high school to be exact. it wasn't even anything serious, it was really phony. we'd text throughout the week, and only hang out on the weekends. for some reason though, he'd manage to convince me to send him all of these dirty texts when my mom wouldn't let me out during the week. some were pictures, others were just.. things. he'd also managed to convince me to sleep with him one night out in the woods, he'd told me it was his first time, but the next day my best friend told me she'd seen him and this skinny brunette with huge boobs just over the past weekend. so obviously i couldn't stay with him, and you know what he did, as if i'd done something wrong? sent out every single fucking picture i'd ever sent him. like i had done something! for some odd reason i was really upset, for awhile. he wasn't all that fucking great so i have no idea why. but i got over it as soon as i saw him and the new freshman, that was disgusting. "
samantha hitz, twenty-four
"cassius was the kind of kid you could tell was trouble at freshman orientation. it wasn't the attention kinda trouble, you know.. cracking jokes in class, talking way too much, but actual real trouble. the kinda kid half the teachers weren't even prepared to deal with. from his freshman to junior year he caused enough damage. verbal fights in the bathroom that escalated into physical mishaps in the halls, leading to an indefinite probation once he broke a sophomores nose in the parking lot after school. but it was his junior year that he was outta here for good. and i take much pleasure in knowing i was behind this. you see, he began dating harley mayfield when she was a freshman. it ended up being lunch room talk between teachers, the fact that the age difference was a bit uncomfortable as she was a fourteen year old child. but after i taught her communications class, i had firm reason to believe she wasn't the child we all thought. she looked twice her age, talked twice her age, and acted twice her age. she was obnoxious, yea. but i wasn't dealing with a little girl. i ended up tutoring her, and during one of our sessions cassius flew threw the door, insisting that there was more going on. he nailed me before i could do or say anything, and grabbed the girl right out of there. needless to say, he didn't graduate and was not allowed back on school property."
thomas bobak, forty
"i think a lot of cassius' life was far out of his control from the start. he had a house from hell, a literally and physically psychotic mother, all he wanted to do was get the fuck out before he lost his own mind. maybe i'm justifying the things he's done, but i think he just kept pushing every button knowing eventually they'd have to kick him out. and when they did, he was kinda normal for a second. he got a job, doing what? god only fucking knows. but him and his girls moved to new york, there was too much shit going on here for them to have a normal life so i can't say i blame them. he calls from time to time, he won't admit when shits going wrong, but you can always tell. i don't agree with anything he pulls on harley, or alessia for that matter. in fact i've come so close to getting on a plane and going out there to just get them away for a couple days. but i know if i came as close as even knocking on the door to see them while he wasn't there he'd try to fucking kill me. and i'm his best friend, so that's saying something."
collin platt, twenty-six
"cassius has always been a piece of shit. his freshman year him and his friends would show up at all of our parties, they'd make it their mission to all steal shit. one would take something random, like a towel. one would take something actually worth something. then he'd be a fucking prick and take something like your baby photo album. like what the fuck are you getting taking out of that? they'd get away with it, people were just kinda used to it. and it was pretty fucking hard to say something when they'd just sit there and laugh in your face over it. i don't fucking know, it's not even just the arrogance he walks around with, but his entire demeanor. we were in high school and he was always starting shit. which is pretty fucking understandable between guys, who didn't get in fights over the weekend? there were plenty of them. but he went above and beyond that, never letting shit go. doting on shit that was well in the past. but karma bit him in the ass already. his mom might as well be a fucking crackhead, his girlfriends a known slut. what the fuck is his kid gonna be when she grows up?"
mark whitman, thirty
PERSONAL
but really, i am... pretty fucking useless.
and i live by...
"You poor dear, dear thing. Look at you weltering in your misery. The extraordinary truth is that you want to stay there. Unlike so many of the young, you do not yearn for adulthood, pubs and car keys. You want to stay where you are, in the Republic of Pubescence, where feeling has primacy and pain is beautiful. And you know what … ? I think you are right."
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