Late in my teenage years I sought a change in my life, moving from the Philadelphia suburbs to the Mile High City. I had been a nominal Christian for five years, with one foot planted half-heartedly in the church but feeling powerless and condemned by my behaviors. Completely alone and two thousand miles removed from familiar friends and family, I became fully convicted of my own sinfulness and poor choices. Recognizing how my principal passions had been for entertainment, for my own poetry and for alcohol, and not for pursuing godliness, I decided to document not only all that I might have to abandon if I were to become a genuinely converted to Christ, but also all the things I might have to begin proactively doing in response to such a transformation....