In late 2003, I came back from Iraq, finished school, and started looking to buy a house.  A few months later, I moved into a gentrifying area of Atlanta.  I loved my little house, as long as it was never silent.  Silence reminded me I was alone.  Silence reminded me there were people shooting each other within 1/4 mile radius.  Silence forced thoughts about topics I didn’t wish to explore.  My first action upon entering the house at night was to turn on the radio or my CD…