My HOF speech:
So I wrote a 2 page love letter to tobacco as my HOF speech, read it the next day, and almost threw up. It connected the dots of my life with a parasite. IÂ’m glad I wrote it, because it helped me see what tobacco took from me. I fucking hate tobacco.
My love letter talked about when I started smoking in college, when I dipped so that I could breathe while playing rugby, and how I moved from east coast to west coast and dip followed me the whole time. It talked about ninja dips and long car rides. It talked about my prior quits and my prior caves. It talked about bragging to my church on video about my quit, only to cave within a year. And it made me realize how tobacco ruled my life for nearly 20 years. I saw that my prior quits were for other people, and my caves where when these people let me down.
Tobacco is still in my life, because I have to quit every fucking day, but at least IÂ’m in charge. I quit for me because I deserve to live without a parasite that took my joy, ruled my thoughts, took me away from my family and joined me while with my friends. A parasite that now prevents me from being with these friends because it still owns them and wants to own me again. One day I hope to be strong enough to be an inspiration to them, but not yet. This parasite is so strong that every day, I have to make a promise to quit it.
IÂ’ve gone a year and a half quit before, so the 100 day hall of fame is nothing to celebrate other than a milestone. I was flying solo before though, so I am counting on all the cuntfaces of November 2012 and the vets on KTC to hold my pathetic ass accountable as quit. Hopefully when I reach 365 days my wife will let me do anal.