Today, I talked with ghosts.

When I was in fourth grade, two bullies named Nick and Eric convinced me that ghosts lived in rocks. Special rocks. Irregularly shaped rocks which contained the souls of the dead.

I was skeptical at first. I had been played before — teased, harassed, intimidated, pushed, shoved, called a faggot (even though I didn’t know what it meant until much later). So when Nick and Eric crept up on me on…