“The longer I hang around the living, the more I realize that they are all are outta their minds,” Bo said as he eased my Lincoln Town Car through a yellow light. We rode with the windows down, and the fresh air was a welcome improvement over the suffocating air of the spirit world.
Bo turned to the unnamed soul hovering in my backseat. “Ain’t that right, bruh?”
The soul said nothing.
In the short ride to the local grocery store, we couldn’t stand the silence. Bo and I took turns trying to talk to this guy, trying to get him to say something, anything at all. It didn’t feel right to carry on a conversation without at least attempting to include him. But if this guy had a facial expression, it would’ve been stone-faced.
“If you’re not going to talk,” Bo said, “then we're going to give y
