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Today I was an evil one.

If you want to stare, then you do what you like.
Motherfucker.
Burn a hole through me. Give me that look that lets me know you remember. The face. What I did to you. What I did to your mom. It was good while it lasted, wasn’t it? Remember when I took you to a ball game [...]

Posted 19 July 2007 † Jordan Ginsberg § all § childhood § pieces of shit ‡ Comments (0) °

I got bugs.

I’m not exactly proud of this, but bugs freak me out.

Don’t get me wrong – I’ve dealt with them in some capacity for most of my life. Growing up, I lived in a house that was perennially occupied by spiders, ants, and cursed millipedes. (Or were they centipedes? Whatever.) We even had a barrel in [...]

Posted 06 March 2007 † Jordan Ginsberg § all § childhood § deep-seated emotional trauma § guhhhhhhh § i'm a pussy § unpleasantness ‡ Comments (4) °

The second-worst thing to ever happen to my penis.

When I was eight days old, some bastard Rabbi – in possession what was surely a highly dubious medical background – was hired to slice off my foreskin while my entire family stood around and watched like a bunch of mooks. Fourteen years later, I began a moderately successful career of drug use that lasted [...]

Posted 09 January 2007 † Jordan Ginsberg § all § childhood § deep-seated emotional trauma § drugs § flimsy moral lessons § jewiness § penis-talk ‡ Comments (2) °

The third-worst thing to ever happen to my penis.

One of the benefits of being a kid born into a family (anywhere north of absolute destitution) is that, for a few years, you’re entitled to take absolutely everything for granted. Christ, you’re just a kid. People still tie your shoes for you. People wipe your ass for you. You’ve always got a warm meal [...]

Posted 28 December 2006 † Jordan Ginsberg § all § childhood § flimsy moral lessons § penis-talk ‡ Comments (2) °