There’s Roz Chast cartoon from the New Yorker, in which someone’s looking at the obituary page of the newspaper, and the headlines read “Two years younger than you” and “Your age on the dot” and it’s one of the few Chast cartoons from the past 20 years that don’t seem clueless and twee, but anyhow, I can’t even speak to how sad it is to discover that Jay Reatard, who was five years younger than I am, has died. I had no idea how young he was, because he was that much of a fucking genius.

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