“nazis bad. have a bar mitzvah.”

Allow me to set the scene.

I am twelve years old and in my bedroom. My dad has just opened the door. What he sees is me with a knife in my hand and blood coming out of my leg. In the air, falling all around me, are bits and pieces of a disemboweled teddy bear.

How I got here has something to do with being Jewish.

“the fray” by derek powazek

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