In the afternoon, Harold Werner Cartledge took me to visit Loro Piana’s store, he said, his clothes were worn out and wanted to buy, some, new clothes for him to wear. Because I love my little brother so much, then I will say yes and come together on that fine day. We of course went in our father’s car, Benjamin Cartledge, without the knowledge of our parents and other siblings. Because, as you know, Harold and I haven’t been able to drive properly. But with a brother’s strong instinct, then no doubt, Harold will drive it for me. “You sure you can drive? I’m afraid my life is at stake.” Harold just smiled and said, “Gda gdi gda gda o.”

Finally we reached our destination, and went straight to the dress room. With my hungry eyes, I accidentally tried this white shirt, and then bought it out of my mind. Harold bought a white dress, too, he said, he wanted to have the same clothes as me. When we paid the cashier, it was an event that day, and we were given a bucket of a plushie dog, which, of course, Harold would take, “This is for me, you don’t have to take it.” I roll my eyes lazy, “Whatever.”.

Time moved so quickly, unexpectedly drank tea at Loro Piana cost time, then we immediately went to search for food, of course, for dinner. Harold said that he found hidden gem, in the aisles of deserted homes, we both walked through it all with lights around our neighborhood as illumination. Finally, we both found what we were looking for—a small, warm, sweet-smelling restaurant. However, unexpectedly and accidentally, we met our friends, Allen Caldwell, Hero Caldwell, and Radferd Caldwell, who were eating a pizza and hotdog together. They called us, after making eye contact. Obviously, Harold and I would love to sit at an empty table with them.

We eat together, all night long, and talk about many things, which young people do. Start with Hero, joining singing audition at Sanremo at the Sanremo Music Festival in North Italy, Allen who has just come here after date his boyfriend, and a Radferd who just got a new—nice—haircut.

An hour went by, with our stomachs full, it finally dawned on us that it was 11 o’clock at night, which, it was time for Harold and I to go home. Of course, we just remembered that Harold and I weren’t allowed to leave first and go home in the middle of the night. And as predicted, of course, me and Harold were scolded by our parents, and also by our aunt and uncle, Forsythia Cartledge and Graham Cartledge. Really, a good day can have fun. And get yelled at in the end of the day.

The sunny weather was perfect for finding some peace and tranquility this weekend. Today, I'm walking around for some relaxation after my grueling weekdays. Many thanks to Trent and Solsticea for coming along. Especially Trent, who's capturing this picture. I must admit that he's an excellent photographer. Do you agree, Cartles?

And here's their picture when I photographed them after many takes. They kept posing when there was a good spot, showing how narcissistic they are. Moreover, they always grumbled at me, "Zio, you took a bad picture."

Oh, not to forget that I enjoyed my Friday together with Trishveur and Catysha for a whole day. Wandering around the city and visiting some picturesque places, while they are excitedly telling me about their lives.