The quiet desperation
If most men live lives of quiet desperation – think how people here in New Orleans live two years after Hurricane Katrina ransacked our joie de vivre and turned our lives upside down. Yesterday, down a quiet street where my friends live, a man put a shotgun to his face and killed himself. My friend was brushing her teeth at the time – routine – when she heard the shot. And yet, she got herself dressed and went to her store and hung Christmas decorations, all the while carrying the weight of another lost soul.Â