Yes. She killed herself. She was off, though. There was some stuff going on with her beyond a Morrissey fascination. The reason I was even with her that night is I recognized a certain manic desperation I've had before and was going to talk her down. The night before she drove from Stockton or Fresno or wherever she was from on a hunch that Morrissey would show up to a Son and Heirs gig or whatever the name if the LA cover band.
when he didn't she slept in her car and started stalking his haunts. She called me from Book Soup and said she thought he never sold the Sweetzer house, that he still lives there and wondered if I wanted to go explore it and the yard with her. I said "HOLD ON ILL BE RIGHT THERE" and convinced her it probably wasn't true and that we should just have dinner at The Cat and Fiddle. After a bizarrely awkward dinner and discussion where she chastised me for not knowing all the lyrics to obscure B side tracks, we left and LOW AND BEHOLD who comes waltzing in into blow up my Margaret Intervention.