Hey guys, my name is Marc, I'm a 19 year old from Connecticut, and as of Wednesday, January 28th, 2015, I decided I was going to kick this disgusting habit. I'm new here and I would assume that I am one of the younger people on here, but here's my story.
I was 14 and a freshman in high school and I was hanging out with two of my best friends who were "weekend dippers" and we were having a couple cold ones by a bonfire in this my friend's backyard. So up until that night I was 100% against tobacco because my sister was a smoker and I wanted to play college football at the time and I didn't want to throw my life away. So my buddy pulls out a tin of Skoal Berry, and they both throw in a lip. They started annoying me just to try it and that the buzz is cool and I told them no for probably 40 minutes and finally I asked if they would shut up if I did it, and they said yes. So my buddy hands me the tin and I put it in and was focusing on not swallowing it and I was looking at the ground. About 5 minutes later I said fuck this shit, this sucks and it tastes bad, so I took it out... and then I looked up from the ground and the buzz hit me and I turned to my buddy and I said let me get another. The next day I was hooked, and within my freshman year I was chewing 3 times a day, then my sophomore year came and I was chewing 5 times a day. and then my junior came and I was chewing 7 times a day and finally my senior year of high school I was chewing 8-12(bout a can and a half) times a day every single day until college.
When I started to chew I basically quit doing schoolwork in high school and my heart was no longer in football even though I kept playing it, and I lost my lifelong best friend since I was 3 because he didn't wanna hang out with me because I was dipping.
So 3 days ago I decided that I was done with it and kicked the can for two days and then today I bummed a lip off of a kid and here I am trying to get through these first 3 days again.
I haven't known life without chewing since I finished 8th grade.
A little tin has controlled me for so many years and I had seen this site a few years back but now I'm serious and I wanna be a part of this. I'm 19, the same age as Sean Marsee was when he died of his horrific cancer. And the funny part is I can remember watching the Sean Marsee video when I was 15 thinking that I wouldn't be dipping then, and here we are 4 years later.
Sorry this is a really fucking long introduction, but I'm here and I'm quitting.