I remember being a young boy and spending a lot of time at the bars and or bowling alleys, really any where there seemed to be a lot of smoking. It would make me cough and really bother my eyes, to the point where I would beg to go home, I just couldn’t take it. Flash forward a few years to about 13 or 14 when my dumb ass started smoking and a year or so later started to chew. I really like the chew, it gave me a good buzz, and most of all it was easier to hide. I was always more of a dipper than smoker plus when I turned 19 I found out I developed asthma and quit cigs all together. Not that I wasn’t already dipping my ass off, but now it just got worse. I knew that it wasn’t good for me to do but if figured I was tough and can quit when I want, besides I was young I had plenty of time. Before you know it I’ve been married for five years, have a one and a half year old and Im now pushing 30, ” what happened” I thought to myself, as my gums started to fad away into my jaw line. I can feel the shooting pain going from my front teeth down my jaw and through my throat, get more intense with every passing dip, day and month. It was time to get serious, I have to much good things in my life to destroy it by something as meaningless and cancerous and that piece of shit can. I despise the day I started, and I bless the day I stopped, and found all of you out there who have supported me through my ups and downs, you have all helped me save my life and I thank each and every single one of you. I’m proud to be quit and I’m proud to be accepted as one by this brotherhood of quitters. You will all always be remembered and have a place in my heart and my prayers!