I'm DocPetey, I am an addict and this is how I found myself an addict to a dead plant in a can.
I joined the ARMY at 18 still a junior in high school on June 21st 2002. Remember that date, June 21st. It would be another year and a half before I shipped off to basic. The nic bitch was already trying to get ahold of me.
I was the kid in school, never got in trouble, worked 30 hours a week and was at church a minimum 3 times a week. I was also the oldest in my class and out of most my friends. It started out buying a couple packs of cigarettes amd some swisher sweets mainly for the guys I hung out with but I would partake in the cigars. Cigars are where the nic bitch first caught a hold of me. I thought a cigar now and then would be fine. My parents smoked the whole time growing up, walling through the living was hard to do when the sun hit all the smoke at the right angle. There was no way I was going to become a smoker, but I let myself be tricked by the nic bitch into thinking a cigar was different, its not.
Before I know it I'm off the basic training at Ft. Benning, Georgia. Well we definitely were not allowed to smoke in basic, boy did we get smoked every day for 9 weeks. No nicotine but before I wasn't a daily user of nicotine so her claws hadn't fully gotten dug in prior to that hiatus.
Next stop was four months of medic training again no nicotine was allowed but the last few months we started getting weekend passes off post. There I was first chance I could breaking the rules drinking and smoking cigars on those weekends. I was only 19 almost 20 but some the guys I was in training with were older. This was 2004 and everyone wass joining because we all wanted to go kick someone ass.
The nic bitch had just been flirting with me up to this point. I had been a fool thinking cigars were okay. As soon as I'm done with medic training and get my unit, I get orders for Operation Iraqi Freedom. I get to go kick some ass for I have more training prior to leaving. I was a line medic assigned to tankers and infanty. The title ‘Doc' is earned by showing the guys your not just a medic but one of them and will be there when called upon.
Most the guys, I was training with now were dippers. It wasn't long before I was offered a pinch. I declined at first but I wanted to fit in and be one of the guys. I already smoked cigars the nic bitch whispered in my ear what's one little pinch ‘Doc', your headed off to war soon there's no way you'll get addicted. I was young dumb and thought I was invisible.
Two months later as I was getting on the plane for Iraq, I was going through two cans a day. The nic bitch had me this time. After six months in Iraq, I returned home an addict. I didn't realize it then.
Prior to coming home I started email this lovely young woman. She was here waiting for me the day I got off the plane. I hadn't mentioned my addiction for nicotine. She was disgusted, and asked me not to dip around her. That’s when I started down the path of a ninja dipper.
That young woman would eventually become my wife and asked me to quit when we got married. Like many before me I took breaks from nicotine to convince my wife I wasn't using nicotine. Those breaks never lasted long, a week here and there. The longest I made it was about 4 weeks.
By the time my second deployment was upon me the nic bitch was dug in deep. That was 10 years ago. This second deployment would be harder on me emotionally. This time I was leaving a wife and three year old at home.
I reasoned with myself that when my time comes it comes nothing will change it. I used that mindset to make it through several missions. The nic bitch would use it against me everytime i thought of quiting.
Its been 9 years since I got home from that second deployment and out of the Army. I have been ninja dipping and fighting with my wife everytime I get caught.
Not even my little girl asking my wife if her daddy will share whats in the green can when we go kayaking was enough to get me to quit. The wife let me hear about that one for days but still I would not quit. I did not want to.
On June 21st 2018, I made the choice to quit for me. It just so happens I came across KTC the same day of the year I joined the Army.
I am ready fo be quit for me. I will no longer be a slave to plant in a can.
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