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Hello everyone,
My name is Miles and I have been dipping snuff for 20 years. I have quit and today is my day 1. I didn't sleep much last night because just thinking about quitting kept my nerves on edge. I'm spitting sunflower seeds like a wild man and chomping on gum! Everything is a trigger for me.
Give it hell quitters!
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Hello everyone,
My name is Miles and I have been dipping snuff for 20 years. I have quit and today is my day 1. I didn't sleep much last night because just thinking about quitting kept my nerves on edge. I'm spitting sunflower seeds like a wild man and chomping on gum! Everything is a trigger for me.
Give it hell quitters!
right there with ya miles chewing gum as i type, last night was pretty rough for me also but from what i have been reading the first couple days are the worst, then after that its all in the mind... stay strong along with all of us quitters! its a tough road but its possible!
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Thanks Tayrod. I know I can beat this if I commit to it everyday! Good luck with your quit as well.
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Thanks Tayrod. I know I can beat this if I commit to it everyday! Good luck with your quit as well.
most important thing is to commit to today... worry about 2marrow 2marrow. quit one day at a time and all of us will be nic free! what a great world it would be! haha
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Hello everyone,
My name is Miles and I have been dipping snuff for 20 years. I have quit and today is my day 1. I didn't sleep much last night because just thinking about quitting kept my nerves on edge. I'm spitting sunflower seeds like a wild man and chomping on gum! Everything is a trigger for me.
Give it hell quitters!
If you're like me a few weeks from now you'll be getting more sleep than you'd imagined possible--good restful sleep with dreams and everything. Amazing how I can go to sleep at 11 when there ain't the motivation of staying up til 2am just to waste another half a can.
Welcome to the quit
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Hello everyone,
My name is Miles and I have been dipping snuff for 20 years. I have quit and today is my day 1. I didn't sleep much last night because just thinking about quitting kept my nerves on edge. I'm spitting sunflower seeds like a wild man and chomping on gum! Everything is a trigger for me.
Give it hell quitters!
If you're like me a few weeks from now you'll be getting more sleep than you'd imagined possible--good restful sleep with dreams and everything. Amazing how I can go to sleep at 11 when there ain't the motivation of staying up til 2am just to waste another half a can.
Welcome to the quit
you may have "Miles" to go before you sleep but this is the best decision of your life. WELCOME!
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Welcome Miles!
You can do this shit, because we're all doing it. I would reccomend that you and Tayrod exchange numbers if you need to txt or call during the day to talk about boobs or some shit until the crave passes. If not, PM me and I'll give you my number.
Post roll bright and early, and focus on making it through the day.
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Miles, you are making a decision that will save your life, How did things go today?
Gum, for some reason the peppermint, sunnies (of course) and pistachios for when the mouth is completely raw from the sunnies. Each craving is a few minutes so take it one at a time and fight through the first few days.
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Congrats brother! Simply the best thing you can do for you. Treat this quit like your life depends on it. Protect your quit, be proud of it. You will have days that are rough. Don't worry about quitting forever, just quit for today. In the beginning, I couldn't even do that. I had to focus on quitting for the hour. And I took it hour by hour. Use whatever you have to use to stay quit. Post roll, use the site. The support and accountability here made all the difference with me. Proud to be quit with ya!
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Thanks for the replies and kind words. Things are going pretty good. I don't have too many craves except around 7:00pm at night, after dinner. Sunflower seeds are working as something to keep my mind off of the nicotine during the day. I have been a little on edge but not too bad. I've been going to bed at 9:00-9:30 and sleeping like a damn rock other than getting up to piss about twice a night because of all the water I've been drinking.
No regrets. No more late night trips to the store to get a can of cocaine. No more spitting brown shit in a coke bottle. No more feeling guilty everytime I look at my kid....
This quit is the best thing for me and I am embracing it one day at a time.
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Thanks for the replies and kind words. Things are going pretty good. I don't have too many craves except around 7:00pm at night, after dinner. Sunflower seeds are working as something to keep my mind off of the nicotine during the day. I have been a little on edge but not too bad. I've been going to bed at 9:00-9:30 and sleeping like a damn rock other than getting up to piss about twice a night because of all the water I've been drinking.
No regrets. No more late night trips to the store to get a can of cocaine. No more spitting brown shit in a coke bottle. No more feeling guilty everytime I look at my kid....
This quit is the best thing for me and I am embracing it one day at a time.
Sounds like you've got it. You are thinking! You know you. You know when your triggers will come. You are doing the smart thing and planning for them. I'm like you, I never had an issue sleeping, I guess I was lucky that way. I was so used to staying up till 1:00am to get that last dip. I'm more healthy now just because I've slept better the past 3 months. Keep it up dude, you are doing great!
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Day 6 and my first weekend is in the rearview. I think the crave monster didn't bother messing with me this weekend because he knows I'm finished.
Someone might ask how I could be so confident about quitting after only 6 days. If you can make it through one day QUIT, you can make through the rest of your days QUIT. I look forward to quitting again tomorrow!
Hang in there my fellow quitters!
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Day 6 and my first weekend is in the rearview. I think the crave monster didn't bother messing with me this weekend because he knows I'm finished.
Someone might ask how I could be so confident about quitting after only 6 days. If you can make it through one day QUIT, you can make through the rest of your days QUIT. I look forward to quitting again tomorrow!
Hang in there my fellow quitters!
You're doing great Miles. Stay quit.
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Day 18 and I'm feeling strong in the quit department. Some dumbass whore on a cell phone ran me off the road on my motorcycle last night so I'm a little fucked up but will live - some road rash and I'll need to buy another helmet. ATGATT (All The Gear All The Time). I'm a little down about my bike being fucked up but grateful to be alive. I got complacent with my 'street strategies' and now I'm paying for it. This applies to quitting as well. If you get complacent in your quit, you will pay for it and it could cost you your life.
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Been a while since I posted to my intro thread. My bike is fixed and I'm back on the road with no serious injuries. Thanks to those that inquired. I should have recognized the danger sooner..dumbass me :)
Here I am at day 87 and let me tell you this has been one hell of a rollercoaster ride. I had stretches of hell scattered between day 18 and today but this site and my fellow quitters have kept me on the straight and narrow. The late 60's and most of the 70's SUCKED for me.
This quit IS life or death for me. Even after I quit, I will still have to worry about cancer. I didn't realize I was an addict for a long time. I remember thinking 'I can quit this anytime, I just don't want to'. Sure, I can quit this anytime but I AM an addict and always will be. The next step was anger. I was really pissed at myself for essentially throwing away good years of my life. Fuck! How foolish I was to even start dipping.
Here is a recap of my quit so far. This is just my experience and it feels good to write this shit down...reinforces my quit:
The first few days were pure hell - The suck, fog, hated life, hated myself
I went through several weeks of coasting, I won't call it easy but it seemed like the craves were muted and didn't last long.
Around day 40 I had a few days of serious cravings and really spit a lot of seeds and drank mucho water. Stayed on the site a lot to help as well.
Around day 45 - 65 things were back to coasting with muted craves every now and then but nothing serious.
The late 60's and all of the 70's felt like week one to me. I was starting to have my doubts and had to seriously gut-check to get through it. Big thanks to Reb Husker. They don't know what they did to help a brother but I do.
80's so far have been pretty good and I'm starting to get excited about the prospect of hitting the HOF. I realize that there really is no end game in my quit other than death but I will gladly celebrate milestones as I reach them.
Here are things that have helped me and will probably help others:
1) Get involved in your group, this has really helped me stay motivated and made me more accountable.
2) Take it one day at a time - I read this every day on here and it is soooo true.
3) Evaluate your triggers and create plans to deal with them. Plan for the worst day you could imagine.
4) Collect phone numbers. I'm so proud of all my quit friends for trading numbers with me and raising my accountability bar up another notch
5) Post roll every day and repeat. This is the foundation of accountability that KTC is based on.
I'm proud to be a member of this community and look forward to each day quit.
Sorry for the book...
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Miles, I didn't know you had a wreck on your bike! I had a bitch make a left turn in front of me last fall and my bike was totalled. Fortunately I too was sering a helmet. IT was destroyed but did its job. Lots of road rash because I was wearing a t shirt. I now treat my riding safety like I protect my quit!!! I now wear an armored jacket all the time and wear riding pants most of the time. Like you say you can't let your guard down on your quit or your riding. One screw up and you're toast.
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Day 177 and let me tell you, I've had a rough couple of days. Felt like I was in a funk. I'm the type of guy who is all calm and collected on the outside but internally I am all fucked up sometimes. Seems like every time a funk comes, I get emotionally fucked up for a few days but it doesn't stay long. Is everyone else kinda half-fucked up or is it just me? I probably need to see a damn therapist.
This bears repeating though: I love dip rage! I was in traffic yesterday and rolled my window down to tell someone to get fucked. I don't recommend you do this unless you are prepared for fistucuffs or exchanging gunfire. Definitely stay in your car. I am already an asshole when it comes to dealing with traffic and dip rage will max my asshole meter out to an 11. I will choke slam your grandma if she is fucking up traffic in my vicinty and I will feel bad afterward. After the release of my hatred for someone else's dumbassery and stupidity, I feel awesome for at least a day though. It's that release..maybe I do need to see a therapist.
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Day 177 and let me tell you, I've had a rough couple of days. Felt like I was in a funk. I'm the type of guy who is all calm and collected on the outside but internally I am all fucked up sometimes. Seems like every time a funk comes, I get emotionally fucked up for a few days but it doesn't stay long. Is everyone else kinda half-fucked up or is it just me? I probably need to see a damn therapist.
This bears repeating though: I love dip rage! I was in traffic yesterday and rolled my window down to tell someone to get fucked. I don't recommend you do this unless you are prepared for fistucuffs or exchanging gunfire. Definitely stay in your car. I am already an asshole when it comes to dealing with traffic and dip rage will max my asshole meter out to an 11. I will choke slam your grandma if she is fucking up traffic in my vicinty and I will feel bad afterward. After the release of my hatred for someone else's dumbassery and stupidity, I feel awesome for at least a day though. It's that release..maybe I do need to see a therapist.
We should go driving sometime. There would be a trail of bodies.
fuck crackerjack license holders.
Be glad you dont have to drive in an area that sees a lot of snow/ice. it brings the full retard out of folks. 'bang head'
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Day 177 and let me tell you, I've had a rough couple of days. Felt like I was in a funk. I'm the type of guy who is all calm and collected on the outside but internally I am all fucked up sometimes. Seems like every time a funk comes, I get emotionally fucked up for a few days but it doesn't stay long. Is everyone else kinda half-fucked up or is it just me? I probably need to see a damn therapist.
This bears repeating though: I love dip rage! I was in traffic yesterday and rolled my window down to tell someone to get fucked. I don't recommend you do this unless you are prepared for fistucuffs or exchanging gunfire. Definitely stay in your car. I am already an asshole when it comes to dealing with traffic and dip rage will max my asshole meter out to an 11. I will choke slam your grandma if she is fucking up traffic in my vicinty and I will feel bad afterward. After the release of my hatred for someone else's dumbassery and stupidity, I feel awesome for at least a day though. It's that release..maybe I do need to see a therapist.
Dip rage is for weeding the world of the weak. Do your part - pound a weenie into the pavement.
Good quitting brother. It may be a funk, but how FUNKY (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gjKFCYzqq-A) is it?
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Day 177 and let me tell you, I've had a rough couple of days. Felt like I was in a funk. I'm the type of guy who is all calm and collected on the outside but internally I am all fucked up sometimes. Seems like every time a funk comes, I get emotionally fucked up for a few days but it doesn't stay long. Is everyone else kinda half-fucked up or is it just me? I probably need to see a damn therapist.
This bears repeating though: I love dip rage! I was in traffic yesterday and rolled my window down to tell someone to get fucked. I don't recommend you do this unless you are prepared for fistucuffs or exchanging gunfire. Definitely stay in your car. I am already an asshole when it comes to dealing with traffic and dip rage will max my asshole meter out to an 11. I will choke slam your grandma if she is fucking up traffic in my vicinty and I will feel bad afterward. After the release of my hatred for someone else's dumbassery and stupidity, I feel awesome for at least a day though. It's that release..maybe I do need to see a therapist.
I believe I'm developing a bit of a crush on you, Miles.
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Day 177 and let me tell you, I've had a rough couple of days. Felt like I was in a funk. I'm the type of guy who is all calm and collected on the outside but internally I am all fucked up sometimes. Seems like every time a funk comes, I get emotionally fucked up for a few days but it doesn't stay long. Is everyone else kinda half-fucked up or is it just me? I probably need to see a damn therapist.
This bears repeating though: I love dip rage! I was in traffic yesterday and rolled my window down to tell someone to get fucked. I don't recommend you do this unless you are prepared for fistucuffs or exchanging gunfire. Definitely stay in your car. I am already an asshole when it comes to dealing with traffic and dip rage will max my asshole meter out to an 11. I will choke slam your grandma if she is fucking up traffic in my vicinty and I will feel bad afterward. After the release of my hatred for someone else's dumbassery and stupidity, I feel awesome for at least a day though. It's that release..maybe I do need to see a therapist.
I believe I'm developing a bit of a crush on you, Miles.
I saw this coming from a Miles away.
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Miles: Let me share the following with you. It's something I wrote in my group on my day 163 - close enough to your 177 to merit a connection, methinks.
The point of the following is twofold:
1. To show solidarity and familiarity...to show that I, too, was trounced with funk
2. To show that a funk doesn't matter at all. It can be beaten. I am on day 891 now. The funks STILL come. I beat them. You will, too, so long as you have balls.
"WHY does quitting need to be so fucking hard? Honest to God.
You bet your ass...waaaaaaaaaah. I am whining. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
But I do not care. I don't care which of my quit brothers are THA MAN who have this shit beaten...snapped up by the scruff of the neck and slaughtered.
I want to have a dip right now. I want to be possessed and owned by tobacco. I want to spit Skoal juice all over my dick and balls, add some kerosene, and set my jock on fire. All to distract myself from the fact that I have been quit for 163 days and still want to gut spit for a half hour and then puke into my keyboard.
Fuck it/you/your mom/everything. I will whine whine whine. And if you judge me or make fun of me or say I am weak, your ancestors will burn in eternal hellfire.
Whining is better than caving. So lick my penis head.
I also kinda want to shit in my pants right now, just for the fuck of it."
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Thanks Dean. I feel deep down like I still want a dip. As much as I hate nicotine now, I still have this nagging sensation to go buy a can and say fuck it. This is where I win. I've already said "I ain't caving today!" so it's pointless now for me to dwell on it. It's those days in the funk that make me really hate myself for dipping in the first place. There are no take backs, only takeaways. The nic bitch took a lot of my money, time and attention. She'll try and take your life if you let her. Fuck her.
On a side note, I told a random stranger that he was gonna die a horrible fucking death if he keeps dipping that shit. This guy was packing a can, climbing in his truck at the store a couple of weeks ago. He just looked at me like I was a pinko commie fag and drove off. I used to be that guy. Fuck me.
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Day 177 and let me tell you, I've had a rough couple of days. Felt like I was in a funk. I'm the type of guy who is all calm and collected on the outside but internally I am all fucked up sometimes. Seems like every time a funk comes, I get emotionally fucked up for a few days but it doesn't stay long. Is everyone else kinda half-fucked up or is it just me? I probably need to see a damn therapist.
This bears repeating though: I love dip rage! I was in traffic yesterday and rolled my window down to tell someone to get fucked. I don't recommend you do this unless you are prepared for fistucuffs or exchanging gunfire. Definitely stay in your car. I am already an asshole when it comes to dealing with traffic and dip rage will max my asshole meter out to an 11. I will choke slam your grandma if she is fucking up traffic in my vicinty and I will feel bad afterward. After the release of my hatred for someone else's dumbassery and stupidity, I feel awesome for at least a day though. It's that release..maybe I do need to see a therapist.
I believe I'm developing a bit of a crush on you, Miles.
I saw this coming from a Miles away.
Haha..I used to get asked how many Miles I can run...good times.
I'm taken Per...sorry :wub:
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Day 177 and let me tell you, I've had a rough couple of days. Felt like I was in a funk. I'm the type of guy who is all calm and collected on the outside but internally I am all fucked up sometimes. Seems like every time a funk comes, I get emotionally fucked up for a few days but it doesn't stay long. Is everyone else kinda half-fucked up or is it just me? I probably need to see a damn therapist.
This bears repeating though: I love dip rage! I was in traffic yesterday and rolled my window down to tell someone to get fucked. I don't recommend you do this unless you are prepared for fistucuffs or exchanging gunfire. Definitely stay in your car. I am already an asshole when it comes to dealing with traffic and dip rage will max my asshole meter out to an 11. I will choke slam your grandma if she is fucking up traffic in my vicinty and I will feel bad afterward. After the release of my hatred for someone else's dumbassery and stupidity, I feel awesome for at least a day though. It's that release..maybe I do need to see a therapist.
I believe I'm developing a bit of a crush on you, Miles.
I saw this coming from a Miles away.
Haha..I used to get asked how many Miles I can run...good times.
I'm taken Per...sorry :wub:
The funks come and go; cancer usually comes to stay . . . .
We recognize the funks for what they are and with some thunderous dip rage we give the nic bitch the finger and move on.
No more for me, baby!! So fuck off!!
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Miles: Let me share the following with you. It's something I wrote in my group on my day 163 - close enough to your 177 to merit a connection, methinks.
The point of the following is twofold:
1. To show solidarity and familiarity...to show that I, too, was trounced with funk
2. To show that a funk doesn't matter at all. It can be beaten. I am on day 891 now. The funks STILL come. I beat them. You will, too, so long as you have balls.
"WHY does quitting need to be so fucking hard? Honest to God.
You bet your ass...waaaaaaaaaah. I am whining. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
But I do not care. I don't care which of my quit brothers are THA MAN who have this shit beaten...snapped up by the scruff of the neck and slaughtered.
I want to have a dip right now. I want to be possessed and owned by tobacco. I want to spit Skoal juice all over my dick and balls, add some kerosene, and set my jock on fire. All to distract myself from the fact that I have been quit for 163 days and still want to gut spit for a half hour and then puke into my keyboard.
Fuck it/you/your mom/everything. I will whine whine whine. And if you judge me or make fun of me or say I am weak, your ancestors will burn in eternal hellfire.
Whining is better than caving. So lick my penis head.
I also kinda want to shit in my pants right now, just for the fuck of it."
Where is the application for making Dean my life coach? I can't seem to find the link.
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Miles: Let me share the following with you. It's something I wrote in my group on my day 163 - close enough to your 177 to merit a connection, methinks.
The point of the following is twofold:
1. To show solidarity and familiarity...to show that I, too, was trounced with funk
2. To show that a funk doesn't matter at all. It can be beaten. I am on day 891 now. The funks STILL come. I beat them. You will, too, so long as you have balls.
"WHY does quitting need to be so fucking hard? Honest to God.
You bet your ass...waaaaaaaaaah. I am whining. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
But I do not care. I don't care which of my quit brothers are THA MAN who have this shit beaten...snapped up by the scruff of the neck and slaughtered.
I want to have a dip right now. I want to be possessed and owned by tobacco. I want to spit Skoal juice all over my dick and balls, add some kerosene, and set my jock on fire. All to distract myself from the fact that I have been quit for 163 days and still want to gut spit for a half hour and then puke into my keyboard.
Fuck it/you/your mom/everything. I will whine whine whine. And if you judge me or make fun of me or say I am weak, your ancestors will burn in eternal hellfire.
Whining is better than caving. So lick my penis head.
I also kinda want to shit in my pants right now, just for the fuck of it."
Where is the application for making Dean my life coach? I can't seem to find the link.
No application necessary, so long as you're not Chinese. I hate the Chinese.
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Thanks Dean. I feel deep down like I still want a dip. As much as I hate nicotine now, I still have this nagging sensation to go buy a can and say fuck it. This is where I win. I've already said "I ain't caving today!" so it's pointless now for me to dwell on it. It's those days in the funk that make me really hate myself for dipping in the first place. There are no take backs, only takeaways. The nic bitch took a lot of my money, time and attention. She'll try and take your life if you let her. Fuck her.
On a side note, I told a random stranger that he was gonna die a horrible fucking death if he keeps dipping that shit. This guy was packing a can, climbing in his truck at the store a couple of weeks ago. He just looked at me like I was a pinko commie fag and drove off. I used to be that guy. Fuck me.
You're at a point now, Miles, where the funks are going to be more difficult. The mind is a strange creature. You hammered through 100 days on spirit alone. You did another 75 out of pride alone. It's very easy to ask yourself "Now what?" Well, homegirl, NOW you notch the days out of a commitment to yourself. Pure balls.
Like you said: "I ain't caving today!" That's going to have to be good enough. It's You versus Nicotine, every day now, for the rest of your life.
I like the story of telling a random stranger that he was gonna die a horrible death if he kept dipping. To make things more interesting, I suggest you just tell the next stranger "You're gonna die a horrible death" for no particular reason...do not specify one.
It's really funny to say such a thing to an ordinary woman in her early 60s as she spills out of her Buick LeSabre to buy scratch tickets at the WaWa. She'll give you a look that exposes a mix of confusion and fear, but also a sort of worship, like she knows you have intimate, perhaps prophetic, knowledge of the future. For that moment, you are the most powerful person she has ever seen.
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Thanks Dean. I feel deep down like I still want a dip. As much as I hate nicotine now, I still have this nagging sensation to go buy a can and say fuck it. This is where I win. I've already said "I ain't caving today!" so it's pointless now for me to dwell on it. It's those days in the funk that make me really hate myself for dipping in the first place. There are no take backs, only takeaways. The nic bitch took a lot of my money, time and attention. She'll try and take your life if you let her. Fuck her.
On a side note, I told a random stranger that he was gonna die a horrible fucking death if he keeps dipping that shit. This guy was packing a can, climbing in his truck at the store a couple of weeks ago. He just looked at me like I was a pinko commie fag and drove off. I used to be that guy. Fuck me.
You're at a point now, Miles, where the funks are going to be more difficult. The mind is a strange creature. You hammered through 100 days on spirit alone. You did another 75 out of pride alone. It's very easy to ask yourself "Now what?" Well, homegirl, NOW you notch the days out of a commitment to yourself. Pure balls.
Like you said: "I ain't caving today!" That's going to have to be good enough. It's You versus Nicotine, every day now, for the rest of your life.
I like the story of telling a random stranger that he was gonna die a horrible death if he kept dipping. To make things more interesting, I suggest you just tell the next stranger "You're gonna die a horrible death" for no particular reason...do not specify one.
It's really funny to say such a thing to an ordinary woman in her early 60s as she spills out of her Buick LeSabre to buy scratch tickets at the WaWa. She'll give you a look that exposes a mix of confusion and fear, but also a sort of worship, like she knows you have intimate, perhaps prophetic, knowledge of the future. For that moment, you are the most powerful person she has ever seen.
And that's why I hate myself for even starting this shit. There's no normal for a fucking addict is there? Always an addict....
Thanks for the pep talk Dean
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Thanks Dean. I feel deep down like I still want a dip. As much as I hate nicotine now, I still have this nagging sensation to go buy a can and say fuck it. This is where I win. I've already said "I ain't caving today!" so it's pointless now for me to dwell on it. It's those days in the funk that make me really hate myself for dipping in the first place. There are no take backs, only takeaways. The nic bitch took a lot of my money, time and attention. She'll try and take your life if you let her. Fuck her.
On a side note, I told a random stranger that he was gonna die a horrible fucking death if he keeps dipping that shit. This guy was packing a can, climbing in his truck at the store a couple of weeks ago. He just looked at me like I was a pinko commie fag and drove off. I used to be that guy. Fuck me.
You're at a point now, Miles, where the funks are going to be more difficult. The mind is a strange creature. You hammered through 100 days on spirit alone. You did another 75 out of pride alone. It's very easy to ask yourself "Now what?" Well, homegirl, NOW you notch the days out of a commitment to yourself. Pure balls.
Like you said: "I ain't caving today!" That's going to have to be good enough. It's You versus Nicotine, every day now, for the rest of your life.
I like the story of telling a random stranger that he was gonna die a horrible death if he kept dipping. To make things more interesting, I suggest you just tell the next stranger "You're gonna die a horrible death" for no particular reason...do not specify one.
It's really funny to say such a thing to an ordinary woman in her early 60s as she spills out of her Buick LeSabre to buy scratch tickets at the WaWa. She'll give you a look that exposes a mix of confusion and fear, but also a sort of worship, like she knows you have intimate, perhaps prophetic, knowledge of the future. For that moment, you are the most powerful person she has ever seen.
And that's why I hate myself for even starting this shit. There's no normal for a fucking addict is there? Always an addict....
Thanks for the pep talk Dean
This is an excellent read for a Friday when my work motivation is shot to shit anyway.
Thanks Dean? Bullshit. I say thanks to both of you. This ranting has helped me out today. It is a reminder of who I am... who WE are. Addicts. Up until almost 200 days, I absolutely was that guy in traffic yelling at every sumbitch that demonstrated their below-average IQ or insufficient grasp on traffic flow.
The diamond in this thread was Miles quote: "I used to be that guy. Fuck me."
Yes, indeed. We did this shit to ourselves. But, we're winning the daily battle. Now, I gotta go find that LeSabre at WW......
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Thanks Dean? Bullshit.
I'm gonna *assume* you didn't intend for this to make me feel bad.
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Thanks Dean? Bullshit.
I'm gonna *assume* you didn't intend for this to make me feel bad.
Hell no! Point was that both of y'all had some good points. I still owe you thanks from past moments of clarity you bestowed upon me.
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Miles: Let me share the following with you. It's something I wrote in my group on my day 163 - close enough to your 177 to merit a connection, methinks.
The point of the following is twofold:
1. To show solidarity and familiarity...to show that I, too, was trounced with funk
2. To show that a funk doesn't matter at all. It can be beaten. I am on day 891 now. The funks STILL come. I beat them. You will, too, so long as you have balls.
"WHY does quitting need to be so fucking hard? Honest to God.
You bet your ass...waaaaaaaaaah. I am whining. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
But I do not care. I don't care which of my quit brothers are THA MAN who have this shit beaten...snapped up by the scruff of the neck and slaughtered.
I want to have a dip right now. I want to be possessed and owned by tobacco. I want to spit Skoal juice all over my dick and balls, add some kerosene, and set my jock on fire. All to distract myself from the fact that I have been quit for 163 days and still want to gut spit for a half hour and then puke into my keyboard.
Fuck it/you/your mom/everything. I will whine whine whine. And if you judge me or make fun of me or say I am weak, your ancestors will burn in eternal hellfire.
Whining is better than caving. So lick my penis head.
I also kinda want to shit in my pants right now, just for the fuck of it."
Where is the application for making Dean my life coach? I can't seem to find the link.
No application necessary, so long as you're not Chinese. I hate the Chinese.
Just my ruck.
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This bears repeating though: I love dip rage! I was in traffic yesterday and rolled my window down to tell someone to get fucked. I don't recommend you do this unless you are prepared for fistucuffs or exchanging gunfire. Definitely stay in your car. I am already an asshole when it comes to dealing with traffic and dip rage will max my asshole meter out to an 11. I will choke slam your grandma if she is fucking up traffic in my vicinty and I will feel bad afterward. After the release of my hatred for someone else's dumbassery and stupidity, I feel awesome for at least a day though. It's that release..maybe I do need to see a therapist.Miles
This made me no shit laugh out loud. Yesterday, I was cussing out an older driver and my wife was like, "Be nice, they are just old people." In my dip rage, I replied, "Fuck em. I get that old and drive like shit, yank my license." Yes, the empathy for my elders was seeping out yesterday.
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I've decided to copy and paste my story telling to my intro. That way my psychiatrist only has to refer to one thread on here..LOL
Miles - 235 - Have you guys ever used goat skin rubbers? They were invented by some crazy middle eastern dudes but Husker perfected the design by removing the large intestines from the goat FIRST. Of course Husker now prefers the traditional method of wearing goat skin rubbers. I have a goat skin blanket that's pretty warm. That reminds me of the time I got stuck on the wrong side of the Eisenhower Tunnel (Colorado) and they closed the road to all traffic. I was almost out of gas and had to crank my 1982 Volvo 240DL up every half hour or so. Damn it was cold that night. I hunted down and killed a goat. It's pelt saved my life. Every time I see a goat, I thank them.
Miles - 2*3=6 - Quit with a 5k today. Speaking of 5k's, that reminds me of the time I got lost in TJ (Tijuana Meheecoh). I had a guy offer me a woman and the donkey she was riding for 5k. Keep in mind she was hanging upside down from said donky so I was a little confused as to who was riding whom but that doesn't matter right? ANyhow, I told the lil 'Migo that I was fresh outta dough because I blew it on MExican Blackbirds and BJ's at the local brothel. He offered to 'save' this deal for me if I could come up with the cash but I just turned and ran away. I have no use for a donkey or the whore that was riding. The funny thing was the chicks name was sister Sarah and she was wanting to trade for two mules but she got stuck with the donkey...I don't know if she could handle some two mule DP but this crazy whore was gonna try..oh Lord, I think I've said too much...I apologize.
Miles – 238 – I won a game of checkers one time by jumping every single one of my opponent’s game pieces in the second move of the game. He moved his red checker up one space and then I wrecked his shit with my black checker. I remember the incredulous look on his face. He was like “What the fuck are you doing?” I just smiled back at him and said “Prepare for world domination clown shoes!” His Mom walked into the room and offered milk, cookies and a look down her blouse and I of course smacked her on the ass and told her to bake me a fucking pie. My friend kinda blushed because he was embarrassed about the whole situation. I told him to go to his room and do my math homework. He said “but I am already in my room”. Touché
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I've decided to copy and paste my story telling to my intro. That way my psychiatrist only has to refer to one thread on here..LOL
Miles - 235 - Have you guys ever used goat skin rubbers? They were invented by some crazy middle eastern dudes but Husker perfected the design by removing the large intestines from the goat FIRST. Of course Husker now prefers the traditional method of wearing goat skin rubbers. I have a goat skin blanket that's pretty warm. That reminds me of the time I got stuck on the wrong side of the Eisenhower Tunnel (Colorado) and they closed the road to all traffic. I was almost out of gas and had to crank my 1982 Volvo 240DL up every half hour or so. Damn it was cold that night. I hunted down and killed a goat. It's pelt saved my life. Every time I see a goat, I thank them.
Miles - 2*3=6 - Quit with a 5k today. Speaking of 5k's, that reminds me of the time I got lost in TJ (Tijuana Meheecoh). I had a guy offer me a woman and the donkey she was riding for 5k. Keep in mind she was hanging upside down from said donky so I was a little confused as to who was riding whom but that doesn't matter right? ANyhow, I told the lil 'Migo that I was fresh outta dough because I blew it on MExican Blackbirds and BJ's at the local brothel. He offered to 'save' this deal for me if I could come up with the cash but I just turned and ran away. I have no use for a donkey or the whore that was riding. The funny thing was the chicks name was sister Sarah and she was wanting to trade for two mules but she got stuck with the donkey...I don't know if she could handle some two mule DP but this crazy whore was gonna try..oh Lord, I think I've said too much...I apologize.
Miles – 238 – I won a game of checkers one time by jumping every single one of my opponent’s game pieces in the second move of the game. He moved his red checker up one space and then I wrecked his shit with my black checker. I remember the incredulous look on his face. He was like “What the fuck are you doing?” I just smiled back at him and said “Prepare for world domination clown shoes!” His Mom walked into the room and offered milk, cookies and a look down her blouse and I of course smacked her on the ass and told her to bake me a fucking pie. My friend kinda blushed because he was embarrassed about the whole situation. I told him to go to his room and do my math homework. He said “but I am already in my room”. Touché
Your a weird guy Ace, weird guy!
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I've decided to copy and paste my story telling to my intro. That way my psychiatrist only has to refer to one thread on here..LOL
Miles - 235 - Have you guys ever used goat skin rubbers? They were invented by some crazy middle eastern dudes but Husker perfected the design by removing the large intestines from the goat FIRST. Of course Husker now prefers the traditional method of wearing goat skin rubbers. I have a goat skin blanket that's pretty warm. That reminds me of the time I got stuck on the wrong side of the Eisenhower Tunnel (Colorado) and they closed the road to all traffic. I was almost out of gas and had to crank my 1982 Volvo 240DL up every half hour or so. Damn it was cold that night. I hunted down and killed a goat. It's pelt saved my life. Every time I see a goat, I thank them.
Miles - 2*3=6 - Quit with a 5k today. Speaking of 5k's, that reminds me of the time I got lost in TJ (Tijuana Meheecoh). I had a guy offer me a woman and the donkey she was riding for 5k. Keep in mind she was hanging upside down from said donky so I was a little confused as to who was riding whom but that doesn't matter right? ANyhow, I told the lil 'Migo that I was fresh outta dough because I blew it on MExican Blackbirds and BJ's at the local brothel. He offered to 'save' this deal for me if I could come up with the cash but I just turned and ran away. I have no use for a donkey or the whore that was riding. The funny thing was the chicks name was sister Sarah and she was wanting to trade for two mules but she got stuck with the donkey...I don't know if she could handle some two mule DP but this crazy whore was gonna try..oh Lord, I think I've said too much...I apologize.
Miles – 238 – I won a game of checkers one time by jumping every single one of my opponent’s game pieces in the second move of the game. He moved his red checker up one space and then I wrecked his shit with my black checker. I remember the incredulous look on his face. He was like “What the fuck are you doing?” I just smiled back at him and said “Prepare for world domination clown shoes!” His Mom walked into the room and offered milk, cookies and a look down her blouse and I of course smacked her on the ass and told her to bake me a fucking pie. My friend kinda blushed because he was embarrassed about the whole situation. I told him to go to his room and do my math homework. He said “but I am already in my room”. Touché
Your a weird guy Ace, weird guy!
That's none of your damn business and I'll thank you to stay out of my affairs. :P
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I've decided to copy and paste my story telling to my intro. That way my psychiatrist only has to refer to one thread on here..LOL
Miles - 235 - Have you guys ever used goat skin rubbers? They were invented by some crazy middle eastern dudes but Husker perfected the design by removing the large intestines from the goat FIRST. Of course Husker now prefers the traditional method of wearing goat skin rubbers. I have a goat skin blanket that's pretty warm. That reminds me of the time I got stuck on the wrong side of the Eisenhower Tunnel (Colorado) and they closed the road to all traffic. I was almost out of gas and had to crank my 1982 Volvo 240DL up every half hour or so. Damn it was cold that night. I hunted down and killed a goat. It's pelt saved my life. Every time I see a goat, I thank them.
Miles - 2*3=6 - Quit with a 5k today. Speaking of 5k's, that reminds me of the time I got lost in TJ (Tijuana Meheecoh). I had a guy offer me a woman and the donkey she was riding for 5k. Keep in mind she was hanging upside down from said donky so I was a little confused as to who was riding whom but that doesn't matter right? ANyhow, I told the lil 'Migo that I was fresh outta dough because I blew it on MExican Blackbirds and BJ's at the local brothel. He offered to 'save' this deal for me if I could come up with the cash but I just turned and ran away. I have no use for a donkey or the whore that was riding. The funny thing was the chicks name was sister Sarah and she was wanting to trade for two mules but she got stuck with the donkey...I don't know if she could handle some two mule DP but this crazy whore was gonna try..oh Lord, I think I've said too much...I apologize.
Miles – 238 – I won a game of checkers one time by jumping every single one of my opponent’s game pieces in the second move of the game. He moved his red checker up one space and then I wrecked his shit with my black checker. I remember the incredulous look on his face. He was like “What the fuck are you doing?” I just smiled back at him and said “Prepare for world domination clown shoes!” His Mom walked into the room and offered milk, cookies and a look down her blouse and I of course smacked her on the ass and told her to bake me a fucking pie. My friend kinda blushed because he was embarrassed about the whole situation. I told him to go to his room and do my math homework. He said “but I am already in my room”. Touché
Your a weird guy Ace, weird guy!
That's none of your damn business and I'll thank you to stay out of my affairs. :P
I dig me some Miles' rants day or night.
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Miles – 239 – I wanted to dress up as Buffalo Bill Cody (not the ‘put the lotion in the basket’ serial killing Buff Bill) but I never could get my Buffalo to chill the fuck out enough for me to saddle him up. I dressed up as Buffalo Bill last year (the serial killing one) and rode Roy (my buffalo) around the neighborhood. People were honking and asking for pictures. I told them to piss off before I skin their asses and wear them as an overcoat. THAT got their attention. Next thing you know, I go the po-po jacking me up asking about insurance on my Buffalo. I told the police that I was unaware that insurance was required to ride a buffalo on public roadways in the State of Georgia…well buddy let me tell you what. Insurance IS required in this state to operate a buffalo on public roadways and a violation is punishable up to 200 days in the slammer and $1000. I got off with a warning. Whew…close call. Next year I’m dressing up as a Buffalo. Gotta stick with the theme.
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Miles – 241 – I quit with Rus. Speaking of eruptions, I once had a dream that I was lost at sea. I had lashed some giant sea trunks together and made a make-shift raft/boat. I ended up on a tiny volcanic island. While I was on this island, I met some strange lil injuns who worshiped me and brought me gifts. They were into heavy metal music and a few of these lil injuns played in a Slayer tribute band. These guys rocked. Anyhow, one night they are putting on a show and everyone is in a festive mood. Next thing you know, I got a bunch of these lil pygmy fuckers tying me to a stick. I try to fight them off but it's no use. These guys are badasses, even Chuck Norris carries a picture of a Pygmy in his wallet. Several of them grabbed the stick and started carrying me up the side of the volcano. I’m scared at this point and begging for my life. We get to the top and they toss me into the volcano. Right as they toss me in, the volcano erupts and blows me 3 miles out to sea. I wake up in a mental institution in Temecula, CA. Miles – 1 Volcano - 0
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Miles – 241 – I quit with Rus. Speaking of eruptions, I once had a dream that I was lost at sea. I had lashed some giant sea trunks together and made a make-shift raft/boat. I ended up on a tiny volcanic island. While I was on this island, I met some strange lil injuns who worshiped me and brought me gifts. They were into heavy metal music and a few of these lil injuns played in a Slayer tribute band. These guys rocked. Anyhow, one night they are putting on a show and everyone is in a festive mood. Next thing you know, I got a bunch of these lil pygmy fuckers tying me to a stick. I try to fight them off but it's no use. These guys are badasses, even Chuck Norris carries a picture of a Pygmy in his wallet. Several of them grabbed the stick and started carrying me up the side of the volcano. I’m scared at this point and begging for my life. We get to the top and they toss me into the volcano. Right as they toss me in, the volcano erupts and blows me 3 miles out to sea. I wake up in a mental institution in Temecula, CA. Miles – 1 Volcano - 0
That's no shit. They were talking about Miles whipping a volcanoes ass when I was there being treated for my Judge Judy addiction.
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Miles – 241 – I quit with Rus. Speaking of eruptions, I once had a dream that I was lost at sea. I had lashed some giant sea trunks together and made a make-shift raft/boat. I ended up on a tiny volcanic island. While I was on this island, I met some strange lil injuns who worshiped me and brought me gifts. They were into heavy metal music and a few of these lil injuns played in a Slayer tribute band. These guys rocked. Anyhow, one night they are putting on a show and everyone is in a festive mood. Next thing you know, I got a bunch of these lil pygmy fuckers tying me to a stick. I try to fight them off but it's no use. These guys are badasses, even Chuck Norris carries a picture of a Pygmy in his wallet. Several of them grabbed the stick and started carrying me up the side of the volcano. I’m scared at this point and begging for my life. We get to the top and they toss me into the volcano. Right as they toss me in, the volcano erupts and blows me 3 miles out to sea. I wake up in a mental institution in Temecula, CA. Miles – 1 Volcano - 0
Pygmies? Temecula? Slayer Tribute Band!!!! 'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup' 'crackup'
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Miles – 246 – The best things about being quit (in no particular order): no snuff in my teeth, no bad compost-pile breath, no more accidentally spitting on your shirt, no more sneezing a whole dip out like a confetti canon and getting that shit everywhere, no more bleeding gums, no more sore mouth, no more $5/day, no more letting an inanimate object control your daily life. This doesn’t mean that bitch ain’t waiting in the weeds, this just means that for today, I won’t be fucking with her. This is my promise. We’ve seen a lot of cavers over the past few weeks and I just want you guys to know that I’m still taking this one day at a time.
Pygmy's still rule...
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Miles – 247 – So, I was sitting at home last night, cleaning a couple of my guns and taking stock of everything I own. Wow, I sure have collected quite the arsenal over the years. I currently carry a Walther PPS .40 pretty much everywhere I go and man has it been a great weapon. It’s kinda small and I sometimes forget I’m even carrying it but I like having it on me. I go to the range at least twice a month and usually put a couple of clips through my Walther before moving on to my 1911 A1, Sig P250 and I finish up with either my Taurus or SW .38. I like being prepared. I spend a lot of time here on KTC reading and preparing myself for the next attack from the nic bitch. I wish I could shoot her in the ass but I’ll have to settle with helping others, which takes my mind off of those craves that sometimes pop up…have a good day everybody!
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Miles – 247 – So, I was sitting at home last night, cleaning a couple of my guns and taking stock of everything I own. Wow, I sure have collected quite the arsenal over the years. I currently carry a Walther PPS .40 pretty much everywhere I go and man has it been a great weapon. It’s kinda small and I sometimes forget I’m even carrying it but I like having it on me. I go to the range at least twice a month and usually put a couple of clips through my Walther before moving on to my 1911 A1, Sig P250 and I finish up with either my Taurus or SW .38. I like being prepared. I spend a lot of time here on KTC reading and preparing myself for the next attack from the nic bitch. I wish I could shoot her in the ass but I’ll have to settle with helping others, which takes my mind off of those craves that sometimes pop up…have a good day everybody!
You ever picture shooting at the nic bitch when you're at the range? What do you picture her / it looking like?
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Miles – 247 – So, I was sitting at home last night, cleaning a couple of my guns and taking stock of everything I own. Wow, I sure have collected quite the arsenal over the years. I currently carry a Walther PPS .40 pretty much everywhere I go and man has it been a great weapon. It’s kinda small and I sometimes forget I’m even carrying it but I like having it on me. I go to the range at least twice a month and usually put a couple of clips through my Walther before moving on to my 1911 A1, Sig P250 and I finish up with either my Taurus or SW .38. I like being prepared. I spend a lot of time here on KTC reading and preparing myself for the next attack from the nic bitch. I wish I could shoot her in the ass but I’ll have to settle with helping others, which takes my mind off of those craves that sometimes pop up…have a good day everybody!
You ever picture shooting at the nic bitch when you're at the range? What do you picture her / it looking like?
At the range, I usually don't picture anything, I just try and imagine the target as 'big' as possible. I try to have a clear head when I go because it helps me shoot better and I enjoy it more.
In my mind, the nic bitch is a really hot chick with the perfect body, doesn't say much but is always giving you the mischevious 'fuck me right here in public' look. Fucking gorgeous chick that's like guns, sports, beer and sport fucking....
The one thing I will always remind myself is this: that bitch is nothing but a succubus. She's just trying to get you to knock her up because she wants to own your ass. I may smile at that whore when I pick up some sunflower seeds from the store, but that's all I'm gonna do. I posted roll this morning so I've already made my choice for today.
I quit.
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Miles – 247 – So, I was sitting at home last night, cleaning a couple of my guns and taking stock of everything I own. Wow, I sure have collected quite the arsenal over the years. I currently carry a Walther PPS .40 pretty much everywhere I go and man has it been a great weapon. It’s kinda small and I sometimes forget I’m even carrying it but I like having it on me. I go to the range at least twice a month and usually put a couple of clips through my Walther before moving on to my 1911 A1, Sig P250 and I finish up with either my Taurus or SW .38. I like being prepared. I spend a lot of time here on KTC reading and preparing myself for the next attack from the nic bitch. I wish I could shoot her in the ass but I’ll have to settle with helping others, which takes my mind off of those craves that sometimes pop up…have a good day everybody!
You ever picture shooting at the nic bitch when you're at the range? What do you picture her / it looking like?
At the range, I usually don't picture anything, I just try and imagine the target as 'big' as possible. I try to have a clear head when I go because it helps me shoot better and I enjoy it more.
In my mind, the nic bitch is a really hot chick with the perfect body, doesn't say much but is always giving you the mischevious 'fuck me right here in public' look. Fucking gorgeous chick that's like guns, sports, beer and sport fucking....
The one thing I will always remind myself is this: that bitch is nothing but a succubus. She's just trying to get you to knock her up because she wants to own your ass. I may smile at that whore when I pick up some sunflower seeds from the store, but that's all I'm gonna do. I posted roll this morning so I've already made my choice for today.
I quit.
For some reason I picture the Nic BItch as Southpark depicted Snooki from Jersey Shore
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Miles – 247 – So, I was sitting at home last night, cleaning a couple of my guns and taking stock of everything I own. Wow, I sure have collected quite the arsenal over the years. I currently carry a Walther PPS .40 pretty much everywhere I go and man has it been a great weapon. It’s kinda small and I sometimes forget I’m even carrying it but I like having it on me. I go to the range at least twice a month and usually put a couple of clips through my Walther before moving on to my 1911 A1, Sig P250 and I finish up with either my Taurus or SW .38. I like being prepared. I spend a lot of time here on KTC reading and preparing myself for the next attack from the nic bitch. I wish I could shoot her in the ass but I’ll have to settle with helping others, which takes my mind off of those craves that sometimes pop up…have a good day everybody!
You ever picture shooting at the nic bitch when you're at the range? What do you picture her / it looking like?
At the range, I usually don't picture anything, I just try and imagine the target as 'big' as possible. I try to have a clear head when I go because it helps me shoot better and I enjoy it more.
In my mind, the nic bitch is a really hot chick with the perfect body, doesn't say much but is always giving you the mischevious 'fuck me right here in public' look. Fucking gorgeous chick that's like guns, sports, beer and sport fucking....
The one thing I will always remind myself is this: that bitch is nothing but a succubus. She's just trying to get you to knock her up because she wants to own your ass. I may smile at that whore when I pick up some sunflower seeds from the store, but that's all I'm gonna do. I posted roll this morning so I've already made my choice for today.
I quit.
For some reason I picture the Nic BItch as Southpark depicted Snooki from Jersey Shore
Pista actually has a video of him shooting the nic bitch on youtube. Next time you see him in chat, ask him for the link. The video is great!
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Miles you thinking of keeping up the running in 2012?
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Miles you thinking of keeping up the running in 2012?
Yeah, I'm hooked on running like crack...hell, running is my crack.
I'll be glad to shed some more of this weight so I can run faster and longer with less likelihood of injury. I can only do about 17 miles a week right now but I'm getting there.
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Miles – 253 – I went to the dentist after HOF and they did that UV light thing where they look in your mouth for cancer cells. I’m gonna have that done every year. All of this talk about the dentist reminds me of my best friends Dad. He was an old man and his teeth were falling out. He was on fixed income so he didn’t waste his money going to the dentist; he spent it on guns, bourbon, and chewing tobacco. He would buy chewing tobacco by the pound out of a mail order catalog. Well the old man’s mouth was hurting something fierce so he decided to pull his own teeth. A bottle of George Dickel and a pair of vice grips were the tools of choice for him. This old bastard yanked all of his teeth out and had them setting on the table (I think there were only 10 or so) when we showed up. He was drunker than Cooter Brown at Christmas to boot so between the slurring and the fact that he had no teeth in his head, we couldn’t understand a damn word he had to say. He wrote it out on some paper: “I need one of you to give me a ride to Nuevo Laredo tomorrow.” One of the old man’s pool shooting buddies had told him that he got all of his dental work done in Me-hee-co cuz it was so much cheaper which is how we ended up in this situation. Nuevo Laredo is an 8 hour drive from our house..damn near 500 miles..but we didn’t have shit to do the next day so we took him. We ended up having to drive down there twice because the first time they did the moldings but the teeth weren’t ready for another two weeks after that. The old man died 15 years later with those hecho in Mexico teeth in his mouth. He was a good fella and a second Father to me. I miss those good times
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Congrats on 253 Miles, great fucking work man.
Having worked in Zapata a few times your Nuevo Laredo story brought back a few memories.
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Congrats on 253 Miles, great fucking work man.
Having worked in Zapata a few times your Nuevo Laredo story brought back a few memories.
Shit, I miss ol Mexico. Now you can't even go over there without fear of being kidnapped or getting caught in the cross-fire.
Of course the news ain't really talking about that are they? Not on a national level..
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I love following Miles' quit.
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Miles – 268 – Tomorrow is December. The Christmas Holiday is fast approaching and I’m already scrambling. Work schedule is crazy during November for me and then December ends up being a giant Charlie Foxtrot every year because we HAVE to travel back home to Texas to visit the folks – Can’t make their asses come visit us for a change..oh no. One of these years I’m going to spend my Christmas on a tropical island somewhere drinking cold beer and sampling the local fare. I have given some serious thought to retiring in Panama…...and I don’t mean that beach in Florida where all the spring breakers go…..I’m talking about the country. Ya’ll come on down and join me. We’ll go fishing.
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Miles – 253 – I went to the dentist after HOF and they did that UV light thing where they look in your mouth for cancer cells. I’m gonna have that done every year. All of this talk about the dentist reminds me of my best friends Dad. He was an old man and his teeth were falling out. He was on fixed income so he didn’t waste his money going to the dentist; he spent it on guns, bourbon, and chewing tobacco. He would buy chewing tobacco by the pound out of a mail order catalog. Well the old man’s mouth was hurting something fierce so he decided to pull his own teeth. A bottle of George Dickel and a pair of vice grips were the tools of choice for him. This old bastard yanked all of his teeth out and had them setting on the table (I think there were only 10 or so) when we showed up. He was drunker than Cooter Brown at Christmas to boot so between the slurring and the fact that he had no teeth in his head, we couldn’t understand a damn word he had to say. He wrote it out on some paper: “I need one of you to give me a ride to Nuevo Laredo tomorrow.” One of the old man’s pool shooting buddies had told him that he got all of his dental work done in Me-hee-co cuz it was so much cheaper which is how we ended up in this situation. Nuevo Laredo is an 8 hour drive from our house..damn near 500 miles..but we didn’t have shit to do the next day so we took him. We ended up having to drive down there twice because the first time they did the moldings but the teeth weren’t ready for another two weeks after that. The old man died 15 years later with those hecho in Mexico teeth in his mouth. He was a good fella and a second Father to me. I miss those good times…
What a great effin' story. Much better than that whiny bullshit about the Christmas season and moving to panama that you wrote about today.
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Miles – 253 – I went to the dentist after HOF and they did that UV light thing where they look in your mouth for cancer cells. I’m gonna have that done every year. All of this talk about the dentist reminds me of my best friends Dad. He was an old man and his teeth were falling out. He was on fixed income so he didn’t waste his money going to the dentist; he spent it on guns, bourbon, and chewing tobacco. He would buy chewing tobacco by the pound out of a mail order catalog. Well the old man’s mouth was hurting something fierce so he decided to pull his own teeth. A bottle of George Dickel and a pair of vice grips were the tools of choice for him. This old bastard yanked all of his teeth out and had them setting on the table (I think there were only 10 or so) when we showed up. He was drunker than Cooter Brown at Christmas to boot so between the slurring and the fact that he had no teeth in his head, we couldn’t understand a damn word he had to say. He wrote it out on some paper: “I need one of you to give me a ride to Nuevo Laredo tomorrow.” One of the old man’s pool shooting buddies had told him that he got all of his dental work done in Me-hee-co cuz it was so much cheaper which is how we ended up in this situation. Nuevo Laredo is an 8 hour drive from our house..damn near 500 miles..but we didn’t have shit to do the next day so we took him. We ended up having to drive down there twice because the first time they did the moldings but the teeth weren’t ready for another two weeks after that. The old man died 15 years later with those hecho in Mexico teeth in his mouth. He was a good fella and a second Father to me. I miss those good times…
What a great effin' story. Much better than that whiny bullshit about the Christmas season and moving to panama that you wrote about today.
FUGMann...consider your invitation to Panama REVOKED bitch!
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Miles – 253 – I went to the dentist after HOF and they did that UV light thing where they look in your mouth for cancer cells. I’m gonna have that done every year. All of this talk about the dentist reminds me of my best friends Dad. He was an old man and his teeth were falling out. He was on fixed income so he didn’t waste his money going to the dentist; he spent it on guns, bourbon, and chewing tobacco. He would buy chewing tobacco by the pound out of a mail order catalog. Well the old man’s mouth was hurting something fierce so he decided to pull his own teeth. A bottle of George Dickel and a pair of vice grips were the tools of choice for him. This old bastard yanked all of his teeth out and had them setting on the table (I think there were only 10 or so) when we showed up. He was drunker than Cooter Brown at Christmas to boot so between the slurring and the fact that he had no teeth in his head, we couldn’t understand a damn word he had to say. He wrote it out on some paper: “I need one of you to give me a ride to Nuevo Laredo tomorrow.” One of the old man’s pool shooting buddies had told him that he got all of his dental work done in Me-hee-co cuz it was so much cheaper which is how we ended up in this situation. Nuevo Laredo is an 8 hour drive from our house..damn near 500 miles..but we didn’t have shit to do the next day so we took him. We ended up having to drive down there twice because the first time they did the moldings but the teeth weren’t ready for another two weeks after that. The old man died 15 years later with those hecho in Mexico teeth in his mouth. He was a good fella and a second Father to me. I miss those good times…
What a great effin' story. Much better than that whiny bullshit about the Christmas season and moving to panama that you wrote about today.
FUGMann...consider your invitation to Panama REVOKED bitch!
:P
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A few items I wanted to talk about briefly:
1) KTC isn't the ONLY tried and true method to quitting nicotine but it's worked for me for 289 days now. Posting roll on a daily basis works. Meeting other quitters will raise the bar even higher.
2) KTC didn't seek you out, you were looking for help via the interwebs. Who needs who??? How many times have you failed 'trying' to quit by yourself? How many times did I fail 'trying' to quit?
3) Commit or go home. It really is that simple. You choose to quit, just as easilly as you choose to use. You better be fully invested in your quit or you will fail, period. Ain't no half-assing or part-timing when it comes to quitting. Protect your quit. Own your quit. Post roll every day.
Nearing 300 days I can say that I feel really good about my quit. I still get craves every now and then and I chewed sunflower seeds religiously for the first 250 days or so - $0.50 to $1.00 worth per day. I do what I have to in order to stay quit. I don't think I have closed the door on nicotine even though I hate it and the thought of dipping again disgusts me. I still think about stopping at the convenience store and buying a can from time to time. I'm not cured. I'm still an addict. I posted roll this morning. I quit today.
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Commit or go home.
Damn straight brother. I'm going to add a "FUCK YEAH" on that one. Damn I dig me some Miles' quit.
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Day 365 – One Year
Wow...I remember that first foggy day on KTC when I couldnÂ’t figure out what roll was or where to find it. I remember that ache and my addiction screaming in my ear to go to the damn store. I remember thinking to myself, is this pain and bullshit even worth it?
IÂ’ve spent a lot of time on KTC since that first day. I still go through and read HOF speeches, Words of Wisdom, old quit groups, new quit groups. I spend way too much time in the wildcard section :P . I re-read the KernÂ’s story the other day and my sentiments have not changed. KTC motivated me to take my life back. I would not have made it 365 days without my quit brothers and sisters encouraging me and sharing their stories. Thank you folks!
YouÂ’ve heard this before but I want to reiterate:
Your quit is priceless. Stay the course. This pain and foggy-ness is temporary. Guard your quit like a momma bear!
I canÂ’t stress how important it is to make this quit personal. Put yourself out there. YouÂ’ll be surprised at the friends you make and the accountability gained. IÂ’ve made it a point to get out and meet quitters this year because I know it will help me and those I meet.
Never forget those first days. Never forget you are an addict. Never, ever, ever forget that because the minute you do, you'll be back in the can.
DonÂ’t hesitate to reach out to each other. ThatÂ’s what makes this community so strong.
Thanks to all of you.
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Congrats Miles on a year of quit! Thanks for all that you have done to help new quitters and vets alike.
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Nice job, Miles. Impressive indeed!
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Yeah brother. Fucking yes.
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Just Awesome!
Congrat brother, keep inspiring.
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Miles,
Thank you for the inspiration that message like yours give. I enjoy positive feedback, and yours certainly was.
Truth spoken, and truth absorbed.
Thank you, and CONGRATULATIONS to you!
Bretn37 Day 14
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Just Awesome!
Congrat brother, keep inspiring.
Where you from Tony?
We're in May HOF together!
I'm from New Hampshire.
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That is awesome and encouraging for me on day 1. Keep it up and thanks for that message.
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Way to go sir. One day at a time.
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Yes. Another great guy removed from the grips of misery. Enjoy your freedom today. You earned it. :)
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Outstanding!!!
Congrats!!! Keep on keeping on!!!
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Very impressive accomplishment brother. Nice job.
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It's been a while since I posted in my intro thread but I wanted to document a few things.
1) I have closed the door. I will NEVER use nicotine again. Please hold me to those words.
2) I made a New Year's resolution to be more active in quit groups and less active in Wildcard. I have not lived up to that very well. I will be taking a break from posting in the opinionated forums in Wildcard because it does not do anything for me except reinforce the narcissistic side of my personality. It is a pointless exercise and I should be focusing my energies on helping others.
3) I wish time would slow down because life moves way too fast. My 9 month old is trying to walk and my 4 year old won't shut up but I love every minute of it. I quit because of ME but my family has definitely been a great motivator as far as self-improvement is concerned.
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1) I have closed the door. I will NEVER use nicotine again. Please hold me to those words.
quit wood :wood
damned proud to be clean with you today Miles
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1) I have closed the door. I will NEVER use nicotine again. Please hold me to those words.
quit wood :wood
damned proud to be clean with you today Miles
It feels good to destroy the bitch and move on. Score another for KTC.
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1) I have closed the door. I will NEVER use nicotine again. Please hold me to those words.
quit wood :wood
damned proud to be clean with you today Miles
It feels good to destroy the bitch and move on. Score another for KTC.
Thank you guys. It does feel good to put another day between me and nicotine. I am blessed.
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Luckiest Man (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TYY1T7BYd9U)
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Luckiest Man (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TYY1T7BYd9U)
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Thank you all for the support over the past 1104 days and so far it's been a helluva ride!
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Thank you all for the support over the past 1104 days and so far it's been a helluva ride!
Thank you. And well done.
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1992 days quit today but that takes a back seat to Todd aka Traumagnet's battle. He did win and is now in a better place. Makes me proud to have known him and very appreciative of everyone taking their time to post their stories on here. I don't even think about dip any longer but I do think about all of the unnecessary heartache caused by addiction.
I wish addiction was an actual person so I could shoot that motherfucker dead.
I quit with you all.
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1992 days quit today but that takes a back seat to Todd aka Traumagnet's battle. He did win and is now in a better place. Makes me proud to have known him and very appreciative of everyone taking their time to post their stories on here. I don't even think about dip any longer but I do think about all of the unnecessary heartache caused by addiction.
I wish addiction was an actual person so I could shoot that motherfucker dead.
I quit with you all.
Awesome post man! 2k right around the bend!
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I haven't posted in my intro thread in a long time but I wanted to take the time to thank those that helped me. Lots of awesome and awe inspiring people on this website. I am 2418 days sucka free and it hasn't been easy. Every now and then I will have a day where things just don't go right but after meeting so many quitters and my commitment to excellence in all things, there is no way I can cave. I just can't bring myself to do it. I will never cave. Please hold me accountable to that statement.
I quit. I do it every day. You can do it too.