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Community => Introductions => Topic started by: quitspit on January 19, 2010, 07:32:00 PM
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I'm new to this site and maybe I'm forum-stupid, but at least I'm determined to knock this crap out.
Any help is appreciated.
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april '10
you make 100 days that month
post roll there 1st
that is your home
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I'm new to this site and maybe I'm forum-stupid, but at least I'm determined to knock this crap out.
Any help is appreciated.
To learn how the site works, read all of the links on the Welcome Center (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showforum=13) page
Then, go to the April 2010 (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?showtopic=2920) quit group and post roll call, giving your promise not to use tobacco today. (You're in the April quit group because you'll reach 100 days quit in April.)
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Hey QS,
I am new here too, but your quit group is 3 months out from your start date. So if you start in January, your quit group if April. They have stickied the quit groupls here index.php?act=idx (http://forum.killthecan.org/index.php?act=idx)
click on quite groups and you will see the April quit group.
Read through all of the posts on the Welcome Page.
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muchas gracias.
two days of an eternity
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I started dipping probably 30 years ago in junior high with the help of a high school friend who would share his dip and his stories about women, fun, etc. We had to sneak it in. So we snuck to the roof of the community center.
We were doing something cool and it was something we weren't supposed to do. hee hee.
That was when the slab of the prison was laid.
I graduated to being able to buy it when I was 14 at certain C-stores, which became cool hangouts. Cool kids dipped. Chicks appreciated the bad boys because we didn't play by the rules. We'd take girls to that same roof to make out.
The walls of my prison started going up.
I was forced to quit when I couldn't find a store to sell it to me and then I moved to Texas. Found new neighbor who dipped. And shared. Bonded with new neighbor over our habit. Bonded with other people over same. Found ways to feel cool again.
The roof went up.
Went to college, met cool guys who dipped. We shared that. Sad but true. That was plenty to keep me Caved.
The prison beds got installed. I got comfortable.
Quit after a summer in Germany where I couldn't find it. Hated it. Got some Mint Chew delivered to Germany. Hated it worse but coped (no pun intended). Got back to college. Stayed quit for 3 days. Cave.
Broke out of prison. Got caught by the hound dogs and dragged back in. Three hots and a Copenhagen cot? Not so bad.
Quit again 2 years later. 5 days and Cave. Started realizing this prison, like any prison, sucks.
Got back on the quit wagon with a half log of Smokey Mountain fake dip. Finished that log, quit for 3+ years.
Enjoyed life outside of bars.
Had a moment of depression. Said, "just one". That one led to 5 years of Cave.
Broke probation, got the book thrown at me.
Got back on fake chew. Found KTC.org. Couldn't figure out how to post roll. Lasted 3+ weeks.
Joined a prison gang.
My wife found KTC. She got behind me. Got on the site. Got a little freaked out by some of you freakshow goons. :) She endured. Saw the love, the help and mentioned it to me. I quit that night for the last time ever.
Got away with my second to last thing in life— a full pardon from the governor of nic hell.
I quit. I craved. I read. I was inspired. I got medieval on the Nic Bitch those first few days. I read more. I got numbers. I got more numbers. I chatted, helped, laughed. Fought craves with a fiercity that everyone here knows. I felt not alone.
I was out of prison. Now the only thing I need to get away with is NEVER going back. I'd love to say I'll never get cancer but that's impossible. What I CAN say is I'll never do anything to increase my chances of getting cancer, or leaving my wife, or my daughter, or letting anyone here down who has helped me with a kind word, a number, a roll post for me when I couldn't, a nice thought, a great story, a sad story, or even just a knowing, compassionate "hello".
I'm a nicotine addict. I'm a quitter. And everyday is the day that I quit.
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I started dipping probably 30 years ago in junior high with the help of a high school friend who would share his dip and his stories about women, fun, etc. We had to sneak it in. So we snuck to the roof of the community center.
We were doing something cool and it was something we weren't supposed to do. hee hee.
That was when the slab of the prison was laid.
I graduated to being able to buy it when I was 14 at certain C-stores, which became cool hangouts. Cool kids dipped. Chicks appreciated the bad boys because we didn't play by the rules. We'd take girls to that same roof to make out.
The walls of my prison started going up.
I was forced to quit when I couldn't find a store to sell it to me and then I moved to Texas. Found new neighbor who dipped. And shared. Bonded with new neighbor over our habit. Bonded with other people over same. Found ways to feel cool again.
The roof went up.
Went to college, met cool guys who dipped. We shared that. Sad but true. That was plenty to keep me Caved.
The prison beds got installed. I got comfortable.
Quit after a summer in Germany where I couldn't find it. Hated it. Got some Mint Chew delivered to Germany. Hated it worse but coped (no pun intended). Got back to college. Stayed quit for 3 days. Cave.
Broke out of prison. Got caught by the hound dogs and dragged back in. Three hots and a Copenhagen cot? Not so bad.
Quit again 2 years later. 5 days and Cave. Started realizing this prison, like any prison, sucks.
Got back on the quit wagon with a half log of Smokey Mountain fake dip. Finished that log, quit for 3+ years.
Enjoyed life outside of bars.
Had a moment of depression. Said, "just one". That one led to 5 years of Cave.
Broke probation, got the book thrown at me.
Got back on fake chew. Found KTC.org. Couldn't figure out how to post roll. Lasted 3+ weeks.
Joined a prison gang.
My wife found KTC. She got behind me. Got on the site. Got a little freaked out by some of you freakshow goons. :) She endured. Saw the love, the help and mentioned it to me. I quit that night for the last time ever.
Got away with my second to last thing in life— a full pardon from the governor of nic hell.
I quit. I craved. I read. I was inspired. I got medieval on the Nic Bitch those first few days. I read more. I got numbers. I got more numbers. I chatted, helped, laughed. Fought craves with a fiercity that everyone here knows. I felt not alone.
I was out of prison. Now the only thing I need to get away with is NEVER going back. I'd love to say I'll never get cancer but that's impossible. What I CAN say is I'll never do anything to increase my chances of getting cancer, or leaving my wife, or my daughter, or letting anyone here down who has helped me with a kind word, a number, a roll post for me when I couldn't, a nice thought, a great story, a sad story, or even just a knowing, compassionate "hello".
I'm a nicotine addict. I'm a quitter. And everyday is the day that I quit.
Nice to see you posted your intro and saw you posted roll. Caught you in Chat the other night. Welcome aboard. Let me know if you need anything. Keep on reading and drinking the KTC Koolaid. Stuff works!
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I started dipping probably 30 years ago in junior high with the help of a high school friend who would share his dip and his stories about women, fun, etc. We had to sneak it in. So we snuck to the roof of the community center.
We were doing something cool and it was something we weren't supposed to do. hee hee.
That was when the slab of the prison was laid.
I graduated to being able to buy it when I was 14 at certain C-stores, which became cool hangouts. Cool kids dipped. Chicks appreciated the bad boys because we didn't play by the rules. We'd take girls to that same roof to make out.
The walls of my prison started going up.
I was forced to quit when I couldn't find a store to sell it to me and then I moved to Texas. Found new neighbor who dipped. And shared. Bonded with new neighbor over our habit. Bonded with other people over same. Found ways to feel cool again.
The roof went up.
Went to college, met cool guys who dipped. We shared that. Sad but true. That was plenty to keep me Caved.
The prison beds got installed. I got comfortable.
Quit after a summer in Germany where I couldn't find it. Hated it. Got some Mint Chew delivered to Germany. Hated it worse but coped (no pun intended). Got back to college. Stayed quit for 3 days. Cave.
Broke out of prison. Got caught by the hound dogs and dragged back in. Three hots and a Copenhagen cot? Not so bad.
Quit again 2 years later. 5 days and Cave. Started realizing this prison, like any prison, sucks.
Got back on the quit wagon with a half log of Smokey Mountain fake dip. Finished that log, quit for 3+ years.
Enjoyed life outside of bars.
Had a moment of depression. Said, "just one". That one led to 5 years of Cave.
Broke probation, got the book thrown at me.
Got back on fake chew. Found KTC.org. Couldn't figure out how to post roll. Lasted 3+ weeks.
Joined a prison gang.
My wife found KTC. She got behind me. Got on the site. Got a little freaked out by some of you freakshow goons. :) She endured. Saw the love, the help and mentioned it to me. I quit that night for the last time ever.
Got away with my second to last thing in life— a full pardon from the governor of nic hell.
I quit. I craved. I read. I was inspired. I got medieval on the Nic Bitch those first few days. I read more. I got numbers. I got more numbers. I chatted, helped, laughed. Fought craves with a fiercity that everyone here knows. I felt not alone.
I was out of prison. Now the only thing I need to get away with is NEVER going back. I'd love to say I'll never get cancer but that's impossible. What I CAN say is I'll never do anything to increase my chances of getting cancer, or leaving my wife, or my daughter, or letting anyone here down who has helped me with a kind word, a number, a roll post for me when I couldn't, a nice thought, a great story, a sad story, or even just a knowing, compassionate "hello".
I'm a nicotine addict. I'm a quitter. And everyday is the day that I quit.
Nice to see you posted your intro and saw you posted roll. Caught you in Chat the other night. Welcome aboard. Let me know if you need anything. Keep on reading and drinking the KTC Koolaid. Stuff works!
Well done! sounds like you have this place and the routine down pat. If you need anything let me know.
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I started dipping probably 30 years ago in junior high with the help of a high school friend who would share his dip and his stories about women, fun, etc. We had to sneak it in. So we snuck to the roof of the community center.
We were doing something cool and it was something we weren't supposed to do. hee hee.
That was when the slab of the prison was laid.
I graduated to being able to buy it when I was 14 at certain C-stores, which became cool hangouts. Cool kids dipped. Chicks appreciated the bad boys because we didn't play by the rules. We'd take girls to that same roof to make out.
The walls of my prison started going up.
I was forced to quit when I couldn't find a store to sell it to me and then I moved to Texas. Found new neighbor who dipped. And shared. Bonded with new neighbor over our habit. Bonded with other people over same. Found ways to feel cool again.
The roof went up.
Went to college, met cool guys who dipped. We shared that. Sad but true. That was plenty to keep me Caved.
The prison beds got installed. I got comfortable.
Quit after a summer in Germany where I couldn't find it. Hated it. Got some Mint Chew delivered to Germany. Hated it worse but coped (no pun intended). Got back to college. Stayed quit for 3 days. Cave.
Broke out of prison. Got caught by the hound dogs and dragged back in. Three hots and a Copenhagen cot? Not so bad.
Quit again 2 years later. 5 days and Cave. Started realizing this prison, like any prison, sucks.
Got back on the quit wagon with a half log of Smokey Mountain fake dip. Finished that log, quit for 3+ years.
Enjoyed life outside of bars.
Had a moment of depression. Said, "just one". That one led to 5 years of Cave.
Broke probation, got the book thrown at me.
Got back on fake chew. Found KTC.org. Couldn't figure out how to post roll. Lasted 3+ weeks.
Joined a prison gang.
My wife found KTC. She got behind me. Got on the site. Got a little freaked out by some of you freakshow goons. :) She endured. Saw the love, the help and mentioned it to me. I quit that night for the last time ever.
Got away with my second to last thing in life— a full pardon from the governor of nic hell.
I quit. I craved. I read. I was inspired. I got medieval on the Nic Bitch those first few days. I read more. I got numbers. I got more numbers. I chatted, helped, laughed. Fought craves with a fiercity that everyone here knows. I felt not alone.
I was out of prison. Now the only thing I need to get away with is NEVER going back. I'd love to say I'll never get cancer but that's impossible. What I CAN say is I'll never do anything to increase my chances of getting cancer, or leaving my wife, or my daughter, or letting anyone here down who has helped me with a kind word, a number, a roll post for me when I couldn't, a nice thought, a great story, a sad story, or even just a knowing, compassionate "hello".
I'm a nicotine addict. I'm a quitter. And everyday is the day that I quit.
Nice to see you posted your intro and saw you posted roll. Caught you in Chat the other night. Welcome aboard. Let me know if you need anything. Keep on reading and drinking the KTC Koolaid. Stuff works!
Well done! sounds like you have this place and the routine down pat. If you need anything let me know.
Good job. ODAAT NAFAR. enjoy each new day brother.
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I started dipping probably 30 years ago in junior high with the help of a high school friend who would share his dip and his stories about women, fun, etc. We had to sneak it in. So we snuck to the roof of the community center.
We were doing something cool and it was something we weren't supposed to do. hee hee.
That was when the slab of the prison was laid.
I graduated to being able to buy it when I was 14 at certain C-stores, which became cool hangouts. Cool kids dipped. Chicks appreciated the bad boys because we didn't play by the rules. We'd take girls to that same roof to make out.
The walls of my prison started going up.
I was forced to quit when I couldn't find a store to sell it to me and then I moved to Texas. Found new neighbor who dipped. And shared. Bonded with new neighbor over our habit. Bonded with other people over same. Found ways to feel cool again.
The roof went up.
Went to college, met cool guys who dipped. We shared that. Sad but true. That was plenty to keep me Caved.
The prison beds got installed. I got comfortable.
Quit after a summer in Germany where I couldn't find it. Hated it. Got some Mint Chew delivered to Germany. Hated it worse but coped (no pun intended). Got back to college. Stayed quit for 3 days. Cave.
Broke out of prison. Got caught by the hound dogs and dragged back in. Three hots and a Copenhagen cot? Not so bad.
Quit again 2 years later. 5 days and Cave. Started realizing this prison, like any prison, sucks.
Got back on the quit wagon with a half log of Smokey Mountain fake dip. Finished that log, quit for 3+ years.
Enjoyed life outside of bars.
Had a moment of depression. Said, "just one". That one led to 5 years of Cave.
Broke probation, got the book thrown at me.
Got back on fake chew. Found KTC.org. Couldn't figure out how to post roll. Lasted 3+ weeks.
Joined a prison gang.
My wife found KTC. She got behind me. Got on the site. Got a little freaked out by some of you freakshow goons. :) She endured. Saw the love, the help and mentioned it to me. I quit that night for the last time ever.
Got away with my second to last thing in life— a full pardon from the governor of nic hell.
I quit. I craved. I read. I was inspired. I got medieval on the Nic Bitch those first few days. I read more. I got numbers. I got more numbers. I chatted, helped, laughed. Fought craves with a fiercity that everyone here knows. I felt not alone.
I was out of prison. Now the only thing I need to get away with is NEVER going back. I'd love to say I'll never get cancer but that's impossible. What I CAN say is I'll never do anything to increase my chances of getting cancer, or leaving my wife, or my daughter, or letting anyone here down who has helped me with a kind word, a number, a roll post for me when I couldn't, a nice thought, a great story, a sad story, or even just a knowing, compassionate "hello".
I'm a nicotine addict. I'm a quitter. And everyday is the day that I quit.
Nice to see you posted your intro and saw you posted roll. Caught you in Chat the other night. Welcome aboard. Let me know if you need anything. Keep on reading and drinking the KTC Koolaid. Stuff works!
Well done! sounds like you have this place and the routine down pat. If you need anything let me know.
Good job. ODAAT NAFAR. enjoy each new day brother.
This is awesome. I love the way that you put it. So true for all of us. Quitting with you!
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Hey brother, Good Intro can't wait to quit with you!
MCO
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Glad you're hear man. Hey, we're all in this fight together and we all have your back. If you need anything bro, get a hold of me or someone on here! Quitting with you.
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Quitting with you today brother. Great intro, and we are all here for you when the nic bitch comes calling.
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Great intro.
Pretty damn cool. 1,000 days and still walking these halls. Paying it forward, leading the way for many. Congrats on the comma.
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Great intro.
Pretty damn cool. 1,000 days and still walking these halls. Paying it forward, leading the way for many. Congrats on the comma.
That WAS a great intro! Grats on 1,000!!!