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I was 15 yrs old, sharing a can of Skoal with my best bud Steve. Good bonding experience. Steve's parents didn't care that he dipped. The local gas station didn't care that we were 15 either. Easy to buy. My parents were divorced, and Dad would pick me up for visitation every other weekend. Dad was a cowboy. The real type of cowboy. Ran away when he was 16 and worked on ranches in WY. Even had a buckle he won at a rodeo. When he found out I was dipping, he was mighty proud. His son might become a cowboy yet. A couple months later, Mom spotted me spitting while I was doing some "yard work." Her only was response was that she wasn't going to buy it for me. Don't remember how I bought it, but it wasn't long and I was doing 3 cans of Cope per week.
And that is how it began. A short 29 years later, I am writing to a forum because I am addicted. I even quit a few times before. The first time was in boot-camp. Our first weekend of liberty half of us were making a bee line to the gas station to buy a tin. How stupid. The nicotine was gone but we thought we needed it. I even recall saying I ought to leave it alone. Then there was a second time. Made it a whole 7 weeks. During that time I kept thinking, "when I quit this stuff, I should be able to have a dip every now an then." Guess I wasn't too serious about quitting. Then I heard about this miracle drug called Chantix. I was off of the dip for 3 whole months. Stopped taking the miracle drug. Feeling good about myself. Then on a motorcycle trip back from Sturgis, stopped at a local gas station. "Just one" I said to myself. Apparently the monkey that was on my back, still had a grip on my shoulder. He had no problem latching back on.
I have seen other types of addicts. I dated a recovering alcoholic / drug addict. A dear friend is a recovering alcoholic. I worked the streets, and came across addicts all the time. "Why don't they just give it up" I would ask myself. Look at them, destroying their bodies, their families, their jobs. "Can't they see what they are doing?" I looked in the mirror. My addiction isn't hurting anyone. It's just an annoyance.
Now I am 44 years old. I figure I have lived close to half of my life. (well if that doesn't f'n suck) I have allowed nicotine to control my life for the past 29 years. Why in the hell would I let a chemical control me? I am the same as a heroin addict or alcoholic. Over the past several years I have felt the effects of the nicotine on my body. Heart palpitations, indigestion, heart burn, anxiety, brown teeth, receding gum line. And I let it continue to hurt me. It has held me back in social situations. The brown teeth, and cope breath were not too appealing to most women. It's hard to be a smooth talker when you have a lip full of shit. I can not think of a single situation in which this crap has ever benefitted me. Maybe it helped bring my dad and I a little closer. But, I've accomplished a hell of a lot of other stuff that he would have been proud of. You notice I speak of my dad in the past tense. Yep, he died of cancer. The Dr. said it had nothing to do with the chew. But he couldn't attribute it to anything else either.
I am addicted. It has controlled me. It has destroyed me. It has held me back.
This is it. I am quit. I will not let a chemical control the second half of my life. I sure as hell am not going to let it shorten the second half of my life. I acknowledge that it is I, and only I, that has control over my body. I will live the rest of my life without the nic bitch. She is dead and gone. This is Crick, and I am quit.
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I was 15 yrs old, sharing a can of Skoal with my best bud Steve. Good bonding experience. Steve's parents didn't care that he dipped. The local gas station didn't care that we were 15 either. Easy to buy. My parents were divorced, and Dad would pick me up for visitation every other weekend. Dad was a cowboy. The real type of cowboy. Ran away when he was 16 and worked on ranches in WY. Even had a buckle he won at a rodeo. When he found out I was dipping, he was mighty proud. His son might become a cowboy yet. A couple months later, Mom spotted me spitting while I was doing some "yard work." Her only was response was that she wasn't going to buy it for me. Don't remember how I bought it, but it wasn't long and I was doing 3 cans of Cope per week.
And that is how it began. A short 29 years later, I am writing to a forum because I am addicted. I even quit a few times before. The first time was in boot-camp. Our first weekend of liberty half of us were making a bee line to the gas station to buy a tin. How stupid. The nicotine was gone but we thought we needed it. I even recall saying I ought to leave it alone. Then there was a second time. Made it a whole 7 weeks. During that time I kept thinking, "when I quit this stuff, I should be able to have a dip every now an then." Guess I wasn't too serious about quitting. Then I heard about this miracle drug called Chantix. I was off of the dip for 3 whole months. Stopped taking the miracle drug. Feeling good about myself. Then on a motorcycle trip back from Sturgis, stopped at a local gas station. "Just one" I said to myself. Apparently the monkey that was on my back, still had a grip on my shoulder. He had no problem latching back on.
I have seen other types of addicts. I dated a recovering alcoholic / drug addict. A dear friend is a recovering alcoholic. I worked the streets, and came across addicts all the time. "Why don't they just give it up" I would ask myself. Look at them, destroying their bodies, their families, their jobs. "Can't they see what they are doing?" I looked in the mirror. My addiction isn't hurting anyone. It's just an annoyance.
Now I am 44 years old. I figure I have lived close to half of my life. (well if that doesn't f'n suck) I have allowed nicotine to control my life for the past 29 years. Why in the hell would I let a chemical control me? I am the same as a heroin addict or alcoholic. Over the past several years I have felt the effects of the nicotine on my body. Heart palpitations, indigestion, heart burn, anxiety, brown teeth, receding gum line. And I let it continue to hurt me. It has held me back in social situations. The brown teeth, and cope breath were not too appealing to most women. It's hard to be a smooth talker when you have a lip full of shit. I can not think of a single situation in which this crap has ever benefitted me. Maybe it helped bring my dad and I a little closer. But, I've accomplished a hell of a lot of other stuff that he would have been proud of. You notice I speak of my dad in the past tense. Yep, he died of cancer. The Dr. said it had nothing to do with the chew. But he couldn't attribute it to anything else either.
I am addicted. It has controlled me. It has destroyed me. It has held me back.
This is it. I am quit. I will not let a chemical control the second half of my life. I sure as hell am not going to let it shorten the second half of my life. I acknowledge that it is I, and only I, that has control over my body. I will live the rest of my life without the nic bitch. She is dead and gone. This is Crick, and I am quit.
sounds familiar.....i am also 44...
this post was like lookin in the mirror bro....
today i am 882 days.....one at at time.
Post roll and join me in quitting today.
i give you my word
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I was 15 yrs old, sharing a can of Skoal with my best bud Steve. Good bonding experience. Steve's parents didn't care that he dipped. The local gas station didn't care that we were 15 either. Easy to buy. My parents were divorced, and Dad would pick me up for visitation every other weekend. Dad was a cowboy. The real type of cowboy. Ran away when he was 16 and worked on ranches in WY. Even had a buckle he won at a rodeo. When he found out I was dipping, he was mighty proud. His son might become a cowboy yet. A couple months later, Mom spotted me spitting while I was doing some "yard work." Her only was response was that she wasn't going to buy it for me. Don't remember how I bought it, but it wasn't long and I was doing 3 cans of Cope per week.
And that is how it began. A short 29 years later, I am writing to a forum because I am addicted. I even quit a few times before. The first time was in boot-camp. Our first weekend of liberty half of us were making a bee line to the gas station to buy a tin. How stupid. The nicotine was gone but we thought we needed it. I even recall saying I ought to leave it alone. Then there was a second time. Made it a whole 7 weeks. During that time I kept thinking, "when I quit this stuff, I should be able to have a dip every now an then." Guess I wasn't too serious about quitting. Then I heard about this miracle drug called Chantix. I was off of the dip for 3 whole months. Stopped taking the miracle drug. Feeling good about myself. Then on a motorcycle trip back from Sturgis, stopped at a local gas station. "Just one" I said to myself. Apparently the monkey that was on my back, still had a grip on my shoulder. He had no problem latching back on.
I have seen other types of addicts. I dated a recovering alcoholic / drug addict. A dear friend is a recovering alcoholic. I worked the streets, and came across addicts all the time. "Why don't they just give it up" I would ask myself. Look at them, destroying their bodies, their families, their jobs. "Can't they see what they are doing?" I looked in the mirror. My addiction isn't hurting anyone. It's just an annoyance.
Now I am 44 years old. I figure I have lived close to half of my life. (well if that doesn't f'n suck) I have allowed nicotine to control my life for the past 29 years. Why in the hell would I let a chemical control me? I am the same as a heroin addict or alcoholic. Over the past several years I have felt the effects of the nicotine on my body. Heart palpitations, indigestion, heart burn, anxiety, brown teeth, receding gum line. And I let it continue to hurt me. It has held me back in social situations. The brown teeth, and cope breath were not too appealing to most women. It's hard to be a smooth talker when you have a lip full of shit. I can not think of a single situation in which this crap has ever benefitted me. Maybe it helped bring my dad and I a little closer. But, I've accomplished a hell of a lot of other stuff that he would have been proud of. You notice I speak of my dad in the past tense. Yep, he died of cancer. The Dr. said it had nothing to do with the chew. But he couldn't attribute it to anything else either.
I am addicted. It has controlled me. It has destroyed me. It has held me back.
This is it. I am quit. I will not let a chemical control the second half of my life. I sure as hell am not going to let it shorten the second half of my life. I acknowledge that it is I, and only I, that has control over my body. I will live the rest of my life without the nic bitch. She is dead and gone. This is Crick, and I am quit.
sounds familiar.....i am also 44...
this post was like lookin in the mirror bro....
today i am 882 days.....one at at time.
Post roll and join me in quitting today.
i give you my word
I could have written this post, except I'm not that good with words. I dipped / chewed for 29 years. I'm 79 days into my quit. I used Chantix. My dad died of cancer a year ago. I'm so done with nicotine...
Find your quit group and post roll. PM me if you need help. I'll look for you on the boards. I'm quit with you today, you've got my word.
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I was 15 yrs old, sharing a can of Skoal with my best bud Steve. Good bonding experience. Steve's parents didn't care that he dipped. The local gas station didn't care that we were 15 either. Easy to buy. My parents were divorced, and Dad would pick me up for visitation every other weekend. Dad was a cowboy. The real type of cowboy. Ran away when he was 16 and worked on ranches in WY. Even had a buckle he won at a rodeo. When he found out I was dipping, he was mighty proud. His son might become a cowboy yet. A couple months later, Mom spotted me spitting while I was doing some "yard work." Her only was response was that she wasn't going to buy it for me. Don't remember how I bought it, but it wasn't long and I was doing 3 cans of Cope per week.
And that is how it began. A short 29 years later, I am writing to a forum because I am addicted. I even quit a few times before. The first time was in boot-camp. Our first weekend of liberty half of us were making a bee line to the gas station to buy a tin. How stupid. The nicotine was gone but we thought we needed it. I even recall saying I ought to leave it alone. Then there was a second time. Made it a whole 7 weeks. During that time I kept thinking, "when I quit this stuff, I should be able to have a dip every now an then." Guess I wasn't too serious about quitting. Then I heard about this miracle drug called Chantix. I was off of the dip for 3 whole months. Stopped taking the miracle drug. Feeling good about myself. Then on a motorcycle trip back from Sturgis, stopped at a local gas station. "Just one" I said to myself. Apparently the monkey that was on my back, still had a grip on my shoulder. He had no problem latching back on.
I have seen other types of addicts. I dated a recovering alcoholic / drug addict. A dear friend is a recovering alcoholic. I worked the streets, and came across addicts all the time. "Why don't they just give it up" I would ask myself. Look at them, destroying their bodies, their families, their jobs. "Can't they see what they are doing?" I looked in the mirror. My addiction isn't hurting anyone. It's just an annoyance.
Now I am 44 years old. I figure I have lived close to half of my life. (well if that doesn't f'n suck) I have allowed nicotine to control my life for the past 29 years. Why in the hell would I let a chemical control me? I am the same as a heroin addict or alcoholic. Over the past several years I have felt the effects of the nicotine on my body. Heart palpitations, indigestion, heart burn, anxiety, brown teeth, receding gum line. And I let it continue to hurt me. It has held me back in social situations. The brown teeth, and cope breath were not too appealing to most women. It's hard to be a smooth talker when you have a lip full of shit. I can not think of a single situation in which this crap has ever benefitted me. Maybe it helped bring my dad and I a little closer. But, I've accomplished a hell of a lot of other stuff that he would have been proud of. You notice I speak of my dad in the past tense. Yep, he died of cancer. The Dr. said it had nothing to do with the chew. But he couldn't attribute it to anything else either.
I am addicted. It has controlled me. It has destroyed me. It has held me back.
This is it. I am quit. I will not let a chemical control the second half of my life. I sure as hell am not going to let it shorten the second half of my life. I acknowledge that it is I, and only I, that has control over my body. I will live the rest of my life without the nic bitch. She is dead and gone. This is Crick, and I am quit.
sounds familiar.....i am also 44...
this post was like lookin in the mirror bro....
today i am 882 days.....one at at time.
Post roll and join me in quitting today.
i give you my word
I could have written this post, except I'm not that good with words. I dipped / chewed for 29 years. I'm 79 days into my quit. I used Chantix. My dad died of cancer a year ago. I'm so done with nicotine...
Find your quit group and post roll. PM me if you need help. I'll look for you on the boards. I'm quit with you today, you've got my word.
Your post really hits home!!! I am 638 Days quit today and reading your post reinforces my quit today!!!! I will not dip copeshit today or ANY Day!!! Congrats on the best decision you will ever make! The road will be tough but damn well WORTH IT. You can DO this - one day at a time! We can help!!! My number is available for the asking.
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I was 15 yrs old, sharing a can of Skoal with my best bud Steve. Good bonding experience. Steve's parents didn't care that he dipped. The local gas station didn't care that we were 15 either. Easy to buy. My parents were divorced, and Dad would pick me up for visitation every other weekend. Dad was a cowboy. The real type of cowboy. Ran away when he was 16 and worked on ranches in WY. Even had a buckle he won at a rodeo. When he found out I was dipping, he was mighty proud. His son might become a cowboy yet. A couple months later, Mom spotted me spitting while I was doing some "yard work." Her only was response was that she wasn't going to buy it for me. Don't remember how I bought it, but it wasn't long and I was doing 3 cans of Cope per week.
And that is how it began. A short 29 years later, I am writing to a forum because I am addicted. I even quit a few times before. The first time was in boot-camp. Our first weekend of liberty half of us were making a bee line to the gas station to buy a tin. How stupid. The nicotine was gone but we thought we needed it. I even recall saying I ought to leave it alone. Then there was a second time. Made it a whole 7 weeks. During that time I kept thinking, "when I quit this stuff, I should be able to have a dip every now an then." Guess I wasn't too serious about quitting. Then I heard about this miracle drug called Chantix. I was off of the dip for 3 whole months. Stopped taking the miracle drug. Feeling good about myself. Then on a motorcycle trip back from Sturgis, stopped at a local gas station. "Just one" I said to myself. Apparently the monkey that was on my back, still had a grip on my shoulder. He had no problem latching back on.
I have seen other types of addicts. I dated a recovering alcoholic / drug addict. A dear friend is a recovering alcoholic. I worked the streets, and came across addicts all the time. "Why don't they just give it up" I would ask myself. Look at them, destroying their bodies, their families, their jobs. "Can't they see what they are doing?" I looked in the mirror. My addiction isn't hurting anyone. It's just an annoyance.
Now I am 44 years old. I figure I have lived close to half of my life. (well if that doesn't f'n suck) I have allowed nicotine to control my life for the past 29 years. Why in the hell would I let a chemical control me? I am the same as a heroin addict or alcoholic. Over the past several years I have felt the effects of the nicotine on my body. Heart palpitations, indigestion, heart burn, anxiety, brown teeth, receding gum line. And I let it continue to hurt me. It has held me back in social situations. The brown teeth, and cope breath were not too appealing to most women. It's hard to be a smooth talker when you have a lip full of shit. I can not think of a single situation in which this crap has ever benefitted me. Maybe it helped bring my dad and I a little closer. But, I've accomplished a hell of a lot of other stuff that he would have been proud of. You notice I speak of my dad in the past tense. Yep, he died of cancer. The Dr. said it had nothing to do with the chew. But he couldn't attribute it to anything else either.
I am addicted. It has controlled me. It has destroyed me. It has held me back.
This is it. I am quit. I will not let a chemical control the second half of my life. I sure as hell am not going to let it shorten the second half of my life. I acknowledge that it is I, and only I, that has control over my body. I will live the rest of my life without the nic bitch. She is dead and gone. This is Crick, and I am quit.
sounds familiar.....i am also 44...
this post was like lookin in the mirror bro....
today i am 882 days.....one at at time.
Post roll and join me in quitting today.
i give you my word
I could have written this post, except I'm not that good with words. I dipped / chewed for 29 years. I'm 79 days into my quit. I used Chantix. My dad died of cancer a year ago. I'm so done with nicotine...
Find your quit group and post roll. PM me if you need help. I'll look for you on the boards. I'm quit with you today, you've got my word.
Your post really hits home!!! I am 638 Days quit today and reading your post reinforces my quit today!!!! I will not dip copeshit today or ANY Day!!! Congrats on the best decision you will ever make! The road will be tough but damn well WORTH IT. You can DO this - one day at a time! We can help!!! My number is available for the asking.
Excellent post. Could be me too. I am also 44 and spent the majority of my life with my face full of shit.
I am 215 days quit and I can tell you the men that have talked to you already know what they are talking about when it comes to quitting.
If you are serious about quitting this place is for you !! Get to reading... when you understand what role call means go post your promise and you will find the names of every person that has responded to you today on that list along with many others.
That is how this place works. You make your promise and so do we. Now lets get to quitting !!
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and you can have my axe!
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You can do this.
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I was 15 yrs old, sharing a can of Skoal with my best bud Steve. Good bonding experience. Steve's parents didn't care that he dipped. The local gas station didn't care that we were 15 either. Easy to buy. My parents were divorced, and Dad would pick me up for visitation every other weekend. Dad was a cowboy. The real type of cowboy. Ran away when he was 16 and worked on ranches in WY. Even had a buckle he won at a rodeo. When he found out I was dipping, he was mighty proud. His son might become a cowboy yet. A couple months later, Mom spotted me spitting while I was doing some "yard work." Her only was response was that she wasn't going to buy it for me. Don't remember how I bought it, but it wasn't long and I was doing 3 cans of Cope per week.
And that is how it began. A short 29 years later, I am writing to a forum because I am addicted. I even quit a few times before. The first time was in boot-camp. Our first weekend of liberty half of us were making a bee line to the gas station to buy a tin. How stupid. The nicotine was gone but we thought we needed it. I even recall saying I ought to leave it alone. Then there was a second time. Made it a whole 7 weeks. During that time I kept thinking, "when I quit this stuff, I should be able to have a dip every now an then." Guess I wasn't too serious about quitting. Then I heard about this miracle drug called Chantix. I was off of the dip for 3 whole months. Stopped taking the miracle drug. Feeling good about myself. Then on a motorcycle trip back from Sturgis, stopped at a local gas station. "Just one" I said to myself. Apparently the monkey that was on my back, still had a grip on my shoulder. He had no problem latching back on.
I have seen other types of addicts. I dated a recovering alcoholic / drug addict. A dear friend is a recovering alcoholic. I worked the streets, and came across addicts all the time. "Why don't they just give it up" I would ask myself. Look at them, destroying their bodies, their families, their jobs. "Can't they see what they are doing?" I looked in the mirror. My addiction isn't hurting anyone. It's just an annoyance.
Now I am 44 years old. I figure I have lived close to half of my life. (well if that doesn't f'n suck) I have allowed nicotine to control my life for the past 29 years. Why in the hell would I let a chemical control me? I am the same as a heroin addict or alcoholic. Over the past several years I have felt the effects of the nicotine on my body. Heart palpitations, indigestion, heart burn, anxiety, brown teeth, receding gum line. And I let it continue to hurt me. It has held me back in social situations. The brown teeth, and cope breath were not too appealing to most women. It's hard to be a smooth talker when you have a lip full of shit. I can not think of a single situation in which this crap has ever benefitted me. Maybe it helped bring my dad and I a little closer. But, I've accomplished a hell of a lot of other stuff that he would have been proud of. You notice I speak of my dad in the past tense. Yep, he died of cancer. The Dr. said it had nothing to do with the chew. But he couldn't attribute it to anything else either.
I am addicted. It has controlled me. It has destroyed me. It has held me back.
This is it. I am quit. I will not let a chemical control the second half of my life. I sure as hell am not going to let it shorten the second half of my life. I acknowledge that it is I, and only I, that has control over my body. I will live the rest of my life without the nic bitch. She is dead and gone. This is Crick, and I am quit.
Having grown up around the race tracks up and down the Rocky Mountain range, from New Mexico to Montana, and having grown up the son of a jockey (another "real" cowboy), I can relate to what you posted completely. Even to the point of remembering my dad letting me buy a can of skoal when I was 7. Small miracle that I didn't start really dipping until the military.
Look, we are here to support you, give you advice, even a swift kick in the ass when you need it regarding your quit. Read. Read a lot. And then read even more. Stay active in your quit and get active in the quit of others. You have to live the quit every day for it to work. Welcome to the suck. Stick around a while, I think you'll fit in just fine.
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I was 15 yrs old, sharing a can of Skoal with my best bud Steve. Good bonding experience. Steve's parents didn't care that he dipped. The local gas station didn't care that we were 15 either. Easy to buy. My parents were divorced, and Dad would pick me up for visitation every other weekend. Dad was a cowboy. The real type of cowboy. Ran away when he was 16 and worked on ranches in WY. Even had a buckle he won at a rodeo. When he found out I was dipping, he was mighty proud. His son might become a cowboy yet. A couple months later, Mom spotted me spitting while I was doing some "yard work." Her only was response was that she wasn't going to buy it for me. Don't remember how I bought it, but it wasn't long and I was doing 3 cans of Cope per week.
And that is how it began. A short 29 years later, I am writing to a forum because I am addicted. I even quit a few times before. The first time was in boot-camp. Our first weekend of liberty half of us were making a bee line to the gas station to buy a tin. How stupid. The nicotine was gone but we thought we needed it. I even recall saying I ought to leave it alone. Then there was a second time. Made it a whole 7 weeks. During that time I kept thinking, "when I quit this stuff, I should be able to have a dip every now an then." Guess I wasn't too serious about quitting. Then I heard about this miracle drug called Chantix. I was off of the dip for 3 whole months. Stopped taking the miracle drug. Feeling good about myself. Then on a motorcycle trip back from Sturgis, stopped at a local gas station. "Just one" I said to myself. Apparently the monkey that was on my back, still had a grip on my shoulder. He had no problem latching back on.
I have seen other types of addicts. I dated a recovering alcoholic / drug addict. A dear friend is a recovering alcoholic. I worked the streets, and came across addicts all the time. "Why don't they just give it up" I would ask myself. Look at them, destroying their bodies, their families, their jobs. "Can't they see what they are doing?" I looked in the mirror. My addiction isn't hurting anyone. It's just an annoyance.
Now I am 44 years old. I figure I have lived close to half of my life. (well if that doesn't f'n suck) I have allowed nicotine to control my life for the past 29 years. Why in the hell would I let a chemical control me? I am the same as a heroin addict or alcoholic. Over the past several years I have felt the effects of the nicotine on my body. Heart palpitations, indigestion, heart burn, anxiety, brown teeth, receding gum line. And I let it continue to hurt me. It has held me back in social situations. The brown teeth, and cope breath were not too appealing to most women. It's hard to be a smooth talker when you have a lip full of shit. I can not think of a single situation in which this crap has ever benefitted me. Maybe it helped bring my dad and I a little closer. But, I've accomplished a hell of a lot of other stuff that he would have been proud of. You notice I speak of my dad in the past tense. Yep, he died of cancer. The Dr. said it had nothing to do with the chew. But he couldn't attribute it to anything else either.
I am addicted. It has controlled me. It has destroyed me. It has held me back.
This is it. I am quit. I will not let a chemical control the second half of my life. I sure as hell am not going to let it shorten the second half of my life. I acknowledge that it is I, and only I, that has control over my body. I will live the rest of my life without the nic bitch. She is dead and gone. This is Crick, and I am quit.
outstanding post. I'm glad you are quit. I'm quit with you. If you need a number, drop me a line.
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Pulling Crick out of the archives for congrats on 4 years. He posted in our August roll today. Almost 1500 days of +1s.
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4 years is an epic quit, grats Crick!
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congrats on 4 years! Well done Crick!
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It's good to go back and read that introduction. Nice reminder of why I quit and why I will never touch the nic again.
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You said it and you did it and are still doing it. Very inspiring. Thanks to people like you and all the others for lighting the way to be quit.
Mogul
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So much about your story could be me. Thanks for coming back around!
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Thanks for strengthening our quits today brutha...
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It's good to go back and read that introduction. Nice reminder of why I quit and why I will never touch the nic again.
Totally bad ass intro, and great to hear you are still quit four years in.
Thank you for strengthening my quit today.
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Well done dads lil cowboy...great to see big number guys posting roll ...don't be a stranger
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Crick, congrats brother. Proud to quit with you.
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Crick, nice to make your meet you. Thanks for dropping some quit on us.