The truth is, Amos, you left the Episcopalian church cos they drummed you out for yer outrageous sinfullness and yer total lack of repentance, see? You had become an embarrassment to the congregation and you had to go. It was the secret trips down to Mexico and the incident with the poodle that finally put the last rusty nail in yer metaphorical coffin as far as they was concerned. You had gone too far. Beyond the pale. So you was cast out into the outer darkness, driven to seek solace in late night psuedo-intellectual conversations with yer lawyer buddies over at Starbucks and clandestine meetings with proskirts on Sunset Boulevard.

Yers is a sad case. I would shed a tear for yer sufferin' and irredeemably lost soul...if I wasn't too busy right now filin' down this ragged fingernail here.

Maybe later. ;-D

- Chongo