Here it is fellas. Day 1, number 6. That's right. This is my 6th attempt at quitting. I've got my arsenal of fake pouches, and I'm ready again. 8 years ago I started dipping. Worst part was, I had it BEAT early on. After about a month of dipping long cut soon after my 18th birthday, I couldn't even smell the stuff without getting sick to my stomach. I don't know what caused it, but I couldn't stand it so I gave it up pretty easily. A few months later, and some idiot almost caused me to wreck my car while driving with a friend in the passenger seat. I was so worked up my hands were shaking on the wheel. My buddy turns to me and says "Here, take a pinch it will calm you down." And boy did it work. 6 months later switched to pouches for the convenience and that was all I needed to be hooked. 8 years, and 5 failed attempts at quitting later and here I am. Day 1, number 6. One thing I won't quit, is quitting. Even if this attempt fails, and another attempt, and another attempt, I won't stop trying to quit until I've kicked the can for good.