Hey, I'm Jeff, you can call me Heffe, Heffski, or Jeff, whatever ya want, twenty three years old, living in Fairbanks AK. Anyhoo I'm on day 3 of my quit and feeling the hurt, bad. Can't sleep, can't shit, can't function worth a damn. But ya know what? I'm loving it! Been chewing for nine years, about a 3/4 can per day. Got started on that god damn candy dip (skoal apple) when I was fourteen. Not marketed to kids my ass! What got me to finally say 'Finger' to the nic bitch was my younger bro. He's my go to dude for those hard moments when I want to drive twenty minutes to the nearest gas station to get a fix at 2am. He's on day twenty of his quit, and handling it better than I am, that's for sure.
Last can I chewed was skoal straight. He called me, told me he was off the old mouth candy. At that moment I realized what a F#*KTARD I'm been for not doing this sooner. I then proceeded to go outside, drenched the remainder of the can in lighter fluid, and sparked it off. Now normally I wouldn't condone burning plastic, but damn it felt good.
Well that's it for now, three days quit, taking it a day at a time.