I was about 13 years old and just finished my final year of elementary school. I bought a cigar off some kid and smoked it with a buddy during my summer vacation and loved it. All it took was that one cigar.
So summer was over and it was my first day of high school. What did I do on my first day? Went to the corner store with some friends and bought cigarettes and colts. We kept telling ourselves “one more pack” every time we would buy smokes. I wanted to quit already, and I had only been smoking for a few months. I did not know it at the time but now I see I was already dependent on nicotine that quickly.
Over the years I used tobacco in every form possible. I smoked cigs and pipes, I used nasal snuff, I dipped, I chewed and I smoked some more. From age 13 to 22 it controlled me. I always wanted to quit. Always.
June 2013 was when I had enough. I had a huge lip of cope in, my jaw was hurting like a bitch, my wallet was hurting like a bitch and I wanted to crush this worthless habit more than anything. Some online searching lead me to KTC where I signed up.
I lasted 11 days and caved. I went back to using snus and cope for about a week and hated every second of it. I grew some balls and came back, joining November and here I am hitting HoF.
Thank you KTC and thank you November. I wake up every morning and see the same names posted up and I know we are all fighting this bitch together. 100 days have past and I am still a nicotine addict, but I am not a nicotine user! Here’s to 100 more days of freedom. If you made it to the end of that speech, thanks.