It was an early morning. Dad had just woke me up to start bailing. I was 10 years old at the time. I crawled my ass out of bed and proceeded to the tractor. First thing i noticed that particular morning was my fathers empty chew can sitting under the seat. I wondered what that stuff was and why my dad stuck it in his mouth. I opened the empty can and took a sniff. It was the most vile, gut wrenching smell i had ever smelled. I told myself i would never do that stuff.
Five years later i was out golfing with a couple of friends. They had just started their discusting habit and offered me one. I refused, telling them i was never going to try that shit. A week later we were out golfing again. They offered me some of what they called it "Delicious Cope". I caved and said just a little one. I had braces at the time so it got all over my mouth. I spit it out within 2 minutes because i was scared of what my mother was going to say.
I then was a senior in highschool. My little brother coming up behind me. Everyone i knew chewed, but not nearly as much as me. I got in more trouble for having a chew during class than anyone. i could not last more than an hour without a chew. My little brother would ask me if he could have one. I never did give it to him because i knew it was bad, but i kept chewing that shit anyways. There were teachers that bummed off of me because they didnt want to have a can of their own. But for some weird reason all the attention i was getting from chew made me happy.
I look back now and think to myself how stupid i was. This shit could cost you your life for a little fame in highschool. All my buddies dont think i can quit this stuff because of how much i chewed. I will prove them wrong. I will show all those people who dont think i can.
Thanks for all the support everyone has given me so far. It truely means alot.
-Stetson-
