Hello Everyone. My name is Eric and I am 40 years old. I started smoking when I was around 12 or 13 back when you could buy cigarettes out of machines at just about any restaurant. Smoked all through high school and then I Joined the Army. Well in Basic training you can't have any tobacco at all so I was clean and tobacco free for 2 months. Then one morning a can goes rolling from one bathroom stall to the next, all the way down the line. Fleas we called it as a code word, Cherry Skoal was the devil's name and I loved it from the first taste, I was hooked. So here I am 20 some years later and finally decided that the time is now. Sick of tobacco running and ruining my life. I am on day 3 and it's a bitch, I'm fighting with myself because my habit keeps saying go ahead and buy a can you've proven you can quit by making it 3 days, now you know you can quit anytime you want so you don't really have to. My mind is made up though I will do it, I can do it........ Already through my 3rd bag of generic butterscotch candies, they're really good. The headaches and cold sweats are kind of annoying. I'm just kind of rambling on, I tried to talk to my dad on the phone yesterday and I couldn't put together a complete thought of what I was trying to tell him. Pretty sure he thinks I must have been on drugs or something. I don't drink or do drugs, I miss my little red can, I want to cry. I can do this, I got this.