Hi. My name was Philip Gale. I was a 4 th generation Scientologist. I chose Friday the 13 th of March, 1998, as the day I wanted to die. It was L. Ron Hubbard's birthday.

On that day, I went to the 15 th floor of a building on the MIT campus. I had brought a new cassette tape recorder with me, but I couldn't find any words–so I just left it running and drew the physics formula on the blackboard illustrating the consequences of my body striking the pavement almost 200 feet below.

The window didn't open, so I hurled a chair through it. And leaped to my death.

I was 19 years old.