The suicide machine is on; the suicide machine is turning. I know its sound, the sound of its engine: I grew up in a suicide city. I was ten, eleven, and twelve, in a place named Leominster, in Massachusetts, where the suicide machine ran strong between 1984 and 1986. This is the story of what happened back then, and it is potentially the start of a new chapter regarding how we tell ourselves such stories in the present. A heavy episode. Please make choices that are healthy for yourself if these topics are not suitable and safe for you at this time.