Day 3
It is only day 3 on my quit. It feels like a year packed into 2 days. I haven't been dipping a long time like most. Less than a year I have been pulling from the can. I didn't want to celebrate a year anniversary with the Nic bitch. What take her out for dinner, buy her something nice to spit her in. A long stroll under the moonlight! Fuck That! FUCK HER!!!
So what got a 33yr old guy to start dipping so late in life. I guess I have always wanted to dip. I remember my first dip I was in 4th grade. I remember getting so sick. I tried it again in High school lucky I was so drunk when I did it. My body blamed the hangover on the dip so every time I did it after that I got sick. Well about a year ago a buddy gave me some Camel snuss. " I thought wow this is good man and
I even got a buzz".
The road that led me to a Can a day of Cope long cut straight, Is a sad and heartbroken story the kind you find in country songs. I will not tell that story now but I used Cope to help cope with my life over the last year. Well I am here to tell you I have killed my Can and it will not rise again!!!
But I sure hope Day 3 is better than Day two. I can't Hate everything and everyone for another day.
Screw everything,
James