This week marks 25 years since the death of Id Magazine, a southwestern Ontario alt-weekly where I had the great privilege of beginning my career. We, the staff, decided to kill it on Good Friday — the ex-Catholic in me appreciated that.
Some things have to die so that… oh wait, I never really understood Good Friday. It was always morbid and the biggest…
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