Hi guys, I have been lurking in the back of these forums for weeks, nay months, trying to pull my shit up enough to finally quit. March 1st was the day I got my shit together and finally did it. Today is my day three and I am embracing the suck. As to my history, I dipped for 22 years, more than half my life (I am 34) since my step brother and I stole a pouch of chatanooga chew from my uncle when I was 12 years old and I was hooked. At the time I finally quit, I was up to 2-2.5 cans a day, my wife has been on my butt to quit, and i am freaking out every time i see something weird around my mouth or face thinking its cancer. This shit is gonna end up killing me if i dont kill it first. I planned the best I could, I work a very stressful job (restaurant general manager) so I took 4 days off work, I have 12 cans of Hooch (rough wiskey) and several packs of spitz seeds. The fog is the hardest part for me, I am actually a very intellectual person (though I know this post looks grammatically atrocious), i cant stand the feeling of not being able to think right. I will embrace my quit because i have to, because the suck that it is, is nothing compared to the suck that dipping will end up bringing me. This suck is my penance, this suck is my armor, this suck is my own and i will own it. Today i am day 3 and i will see tomorrow clean. I have posted roll with the goons of june 15, and i will see you all in HoF.