First off I would like to extend a handshake, a hug, a slap on the ASS, whatever signal of gratitude each one of you prefer, because without this site and the people who dedicate time and energy to help others quit I would not be writing this today.
Now that the pleasantries are over.
FUCK yeah, I made it 100 Days and if I can do it I promise anyone can. You see my story is a little different than most. Or maybe it is the same. I am not sure but what I can tell you is the following facts are true and only a few names have been changed to protect the innocent.
It all started way way back in (damn, math…….) 1981…. (Took me some time to think back and remember how it all actually started). I was in the 7th grade! That’s right, the 7th motherfucking grade, playing Kids Inc. Baseball in Amarillo, TX. Skoal was the flavor of choice and the reason for trying it was our coach, this man would dip Skoal, chew gum and smoke a cigarette all at the same time! Crazy ass fucker he was!
I dipped Skoal until my 10th grade year at which time I made the jump to good ol Mr. Copenhagen…..
So from 1984 – 2015 I dipped Copenhagen without interruption, non-stop, every day, all day…. I am sure if I could remember my usage did change over time but for all intents and purposes I was an addict from day one. I did have a brief stint of not dipping during basic training in the US Army but even the Army couldn’t keep me from Cope for long. That was where I learned the art of hiding it! Shit, I could run 2 – 5 miles with a dip in, no big deal.
I can honestly say that from age 16 to age 42 I had never even considered quitting Cope. I mean, come the fuck on, it was who I was! It was what I did!
I actually talked with my wife to get the next date as accurately as I could. It was in 2011 (no fucking clue as to the month) I first had mentioned I may want to think about quitting snuff. From 2011 – 2015 I cannot count the number of times I said, fuck it I need to quit. As soon as…………. The house is painted, project at work is over, Football season ends, what the fuck ever I could come up with to throw out there to extend the timeframe. My favorite, I just bought a roll… As soon as this roll is done I will quit. Fucking lying bastards we are!
No seriously, I do not know why I chose 4/25/2015 as my quit date. I think the date actually chose me. I just know I spent the evening before just like most all evening, with a dip in and a beer in my hand. When it was time for bed I took my dip out, brushed my tooth, (hahahaha got ya!) Teeth! And went to bed.
When I woke up, I woke up late. I sat down to my computer and typed in to Google how to stop snuff.
Kill the Can came up and I started reading. That was that. My wife came in said she was headed to the store to get some milk or something and wanted to know if I needed any Copenhagen, just like she had done a million times. I said no and told her I was quitting, she laughed, I handed her half a can and said please get rid of it. She held onto it in her purse for a couple of days but eventually did as I had requested.
I will not sit here and tell you it was easy because it was actually one of if not the hardest things I have ever done. But I will tell you it is very well worth it. Are the first week or two, or even 6 hard? Fucking a right they are. But so is playing WHACK – A – MOLE with your nutts! Bottom line is, get through it and eventually life gets better, people forgive you for biting the fucking head off for no apparent reason and the best part or at least a good part is the $5/day you save putting that black poison in your body!
So, all that being said. Quitting is easy! It’s the staying quit that at times can prove to be hard and damn near impossible without the help of a strong support group, caring friends and family but most importantly the desire to change and have a better life.
Thanks to all the KTC members who have come before and after me, thank you again for your support and toughness when it is needed. A special thanks goes out to Basshaug and Lumberjack Tim who have laid it all out on the line for my quit.
So remember, the next time you find yourself hanging out like a hair on a grilled cheese wanting a snuff, playing WHACK – A – MOLE with your nutts is better than starting your quit over again!
“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for I am the baddest motherfucker in the goddamn valley.”
I am quit today! I will be quit ODDAT forever but will never be forever quit!