My name is Dan, I'm a lifelong Texan and I've been addicted to nicotine for over 31 years. In August of 1984, I left home to go to college in West Texas and before I knew it, Mr. Copenhagen and I had fast become the best of friends. We've been together ever since at a steady can to can and a half a day pace.
My triggers include breathing or any time I'm awake, as I've never had to hide dipping from my wife, family, friends or work - it's who I was, an extension of me. I've dipped in almost any circumstance you can think of (even that one) and can shape a spit around, over, under, through or any place it needs to go. I've considered quitting several times over the years, but never seriously enough to follow through and do it.
I'm a very fortunate man, who's been blessed with a wonderful wife and the opportunity to raise two beautiful babies to be fine 25 and 21 year old adults (both of whom thankfully are smarter than me and are nicotine free). I'm turning 50 in March, however, and I still have so much more to do in this life and I damn sure want to be around to do it!
45 hours ago I kicked my old friend Mr. Copenhagen to the curb. It's already miserable and it sounds like it's going to get even worse before it gets better. I'm chewing seeds, sucking jolly ranchers and becoming one seriously irritable human being. I will not use nicotine today though and tomorrow I'll post roll with you Astro-nut Brothers and Sisters of mine and not do it all over again.
