I grew up in a neighborhood with some quirky, superstitious friends. Living next door to me was Eileen, who lived in constant fear of the number 13. Across the street was this guy named Tuck. Sadly for him, we had a lot of cats in our neighborhood, most of them black. Tuck walked for miles to avoid their bad luck. And living right around the corner from me was this guy named Zack, who walked with a hop to avoid stepping on a crack. My first crush...