Sometimes walking away from a pet sin means saying a necessary but very difficult good-bye. The day I decided to get back into The Game, I learned what deep friendships I’d developed with those “petty toys” St. Augustine referred to. When I cleaned out my closet full of pornography, cancelled the Playboy Channel on my cable service, and burned the phone numbers of contacts I knew I had to sever, I felt tremendous relief. For a day. Then it became clear to me, the next morning, that something was