While I was back at Syracuse University a couple weeks ago, I ran into an old friend of mine. His name is Otto the Orange, but you can call him Otto the Orange.
We caught up. We reminisced about the old days. We discussed how things used to be and how they could be once more. But most of all we just hung out like the pals we were when we were buddies at SU.
I didn’t realize this at the time but there were apparantly cameras trained on us for a couple of those moments. When I was presented with this information, I knew I had two choices.