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The Boston Phoenix Set Me Free And now it's gone. James Parker Mar 20 2013, 4:25 PM ET Tweet More Email Print "Consider yourself off the leash," he said. I was moaning about editors to my new editor, Lance Gould, in his office at the Boston Phoenix. Editors had been messing me around my whole life,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I told him—neutering my style,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], rejecting my ideas, making me explain myself, fucking up my thing. Bloody editors... Gripe, grumble... I fumed and fidgeted in the crappy chair. And yet here he was, this kind man, this editor, regarding me with eyes of understanding and telling me that I was FREE. Was it a dream? Related Story The Scariest Statistic About the Newspaper Business Today It feels rather dream-like today, now that the Phoenix is kaput. I received the news of the paper's closing, last week, the way I receive most bad news—which is to say, I barely received it at all. It bounced numbly off my heart. Doink! But now I'm thinking about it, and beginning to feel it. I was a staff writer at the Phoenix