On the Ledge

June 26, 2013 | 1

“For years, growing up, I was obsessed with the thought; among my earliest memories is the desire, at age three or four, to run in front of an oncoming bus. Not because I wanted to see what would happen, but because I was sure I knew what would happen: I wouldn’t have to live any longer. I suspect there may be a suicide gene.” Clancy Martin tackles a perennially touchy subject.

is a staff writer for The Millions. He lives in New York.

One comment:

  1. Clancy Martin is so full of shit it’s spilling out his ears. How can so many people be conned when the con is so easy to spot?

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