1557 Noe Street, San Francisco

It is August 29, 2001. I am 32 years old. I will be 33 in February 2002. I’ve always said that I want to die when I’m 34. I’ll be 34 in February 2003. It’s less than a year and a half until I turn 34.

I think I want to die on my 34th birthday! I thought of that and I felt immediately happy! I think I will dedicate my time until then to getting the groundwork for the family website, and just continue doing whatever else I’m doing, knowing that my 34th birthday is my end-date. I can keep doing music, I can keep hanging out with friends with a relationship totally out of the question, and I don’t need to cut anymore. Focus it all on February 17, 2003.

1557 Noe Street, San Francisco

The band has auditioned a drummer and she wants to join. So she’s pretty much hired. We just have to go through the steps of having her learn the material, come in for a call-back, bringing in her drums, and at that time we’ll ask her to join, I shouldn’t wonder.

1557 Noe Street, San Francisco

Fiction played a gig last night at the Voodoo Lounge. It wasn't terrible. It wasn't great. We had our share of people coming up afterwards and raving. We always do and they sign our mailing list, and we never see them ever again. That's the story of the music scene here.

We have a gig at El Rio in September. After that, I want us to find another drummer, and I want to move back to bass.

Voodoo Lounge

They were a cool all-girl band. I liked them, but never heard anything about them again. We played after them.

1557 Noe Street, San Francisco

Since Madoka’s visit, I’ve been strangely emotionally stable. Things have been calm. Things have gone back to normal and things have been calm.

Fiction is the same, it can’t go on like this. Things are coming to a head.