If you find yourself at a Bar Mitzvah on the Sabbath during a full moon, I cannot think of a better hymn for the night than this: “Werewolf Bar Mitzvah” by Tracy Jordan.
This autobiographical account heralds in the season, the reason, and a little Hebraic treason (human isn’t Kosher last time I checked). Upon first listen, you have the familiar Bar Mitzvah tale we’re all used to—the dancing, the reading of the scriptures, the 8-foot party sub—when all of a sudden, tradition takes a hard right turn.
This chilling coming-of-age tale will lift your spirits and give you the chills. Be careful though! You just might learn something. Join this young were-mensch on a night where he leaves the comfort of childhood and dives head first into adulthood and nocturnal lupine bloodlust.
Give it a spin, if you dare:
“Werewolf Bar Mitzvah” takes me back to my days of being a wee pup, and I’m sure it’ll transport you, too.