I often ask people how do they prefer their steak? Medium rare, medium, medium well, well done, and last but not least Blue. (Don’t ask what blue is) I often correlate a friendship by how someone orders their beef. Medium rare? Friends. Medium? Best friends. Medium well? I may break up a fight for you,
Okay. I literally sat here for twenty-three minutes, thinking of a good introduction. I came up with nothing. Is that called writer’s block? If so, that’s what I just had. But, the more I type, the more words start to come out. Kind of like I’m doing right now. Usually I’d say something witty or
Phenomenal. Astounding. First-Class. Your Favorite Curse Word. Positive Words that have yet to be created. Graduation. The Judge throwing out your speeding ticket, because the cop didn’t show to contest your reckless driving. Those feelings and emotions I just described? Multiply them by two and you’ll understand how I feel about Oriole. Usually, I start
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