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Self motivation and organization are supposed to be the hallmarks of a child at nine years of age. Well we've turned nine this month (one in Ottawa) and we're just starting to discover both. We've also discovered that we like books with pictures that explain puberty to us. At least I think that's what those magazines are doing under my mattress.
It has been many months of keeping you, the reader, informed about what is happening in this fair city. Nine years of dick jokes, potty humour and general smut, interlaced with offensive and off colour commentary… and we're not going away anytime soon.
There are far too many people to thank so here is a cursory statement of praise: Anyone who has advertised, written, drawn or read this rag consider yourself thanked. Not only that, anyone who has in someway contributed to the arts and music scene we owe you a debt of gratitude.
Having our birthday coincide with the Odds Issue is a fortunate coincidence, as I'm sure, looking back, that the odds weren't very good that I'd be writing this today. The mag has seen many a pitfall and many a set back… but we made it to puberty and all that fun stuff is right around the corner… all those dick jokes and we're just now discovering our genitals, it promises to be an eventful existence.
There will be rocky times ahead, but there will also be small triumphs and a lot of partying. We set out on a journey (that's a cliché fag), and we don't know where we're going or where it ends, but it doesn't end here and we promise to leave a giant mess in our wake.
So here's to you, here's to many years in this dysfunctional city we love and here is to many more debauchery soaked years to come. We promise not to grow up.Yours nose deep in cake,Derrick RustonP.S. A special thanks goes out to all those that have sued us or threatened to do so… Thanks for the legitimacy.
