Dear Jack and Meg,
Oh well. Oh well. Oh well. I’m searching my head for something clever to say.
Don’t go away. I’m sure you’ve heard it all before, but I every time I see you, I wonder why, why since you released your statement on February 2nd calling an end to the thirteen-year odyssey that has been the White Stripes, I’ve been mad with grief. I just don’t know what to do with myself.
You see, I was sitting there in a comfortable chair when my friend first handed me, burnt copies of