R.I.P. Basil

April 13, 1908

It has been eighteen years since I last wrote, a lot has changed. I know throw a party once or twice every month. They are the biggest and the best parties around, anyone who is anyone are there. Unfortunately, my once dear friend Basil has died. He has never wanted me to change, but he soon realized I was and he also realized that my appearance has not changed, I still look like I did eighteen years ago. Basil was getting very suspicious, I was hoping that he would never find out about the portrait until, one day he discovered it. He saw how the portrait has changed. He flipped out and he kept on bantering something about me having to repent, whatever that means. He knew too much now, we started arguing when he tripped over his own feet and fell right onto an old art knife. That was the end of Basil and his life.