My career was going nowhere. I was 23 and I was working at the Epicure Cafe on Queen West. I was auditioning and waitressing and was drinking heavily with the customers and after work. Clarke Rogers the artistic director of the Theatre Passe Murielle. (Or Passe Muriel…as we used to call it.) We were pounding […]
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