It all started around 8 yrs ago. I picked up a free sleeve of promo Grizzley to give to a friend of mine that I thought might want it...(some friend I was huh). He turned me on to trying it, and I remember the head rush the first time made me dizzy and buzzed until I felt like I was about to puke... So later I tried it again, then again.
Later down the road, a golfing buddy of mine turned me on to Skoal Mint. I remember enjoying the taste of that after doing the Grizzley garbage. I was graduating to a 'cadillac dip'. Next thing I was buying it regularly. Even the pouches so I could take them in and out as I was traveling and making alot of stops. Then the pouches didn't do it for me anymore, and was too rough on my gums so I sticked with the Long Cut Skoal Mint.
I never thought I was addicted or hooked, because I haven't tried to stop. My wife of 5 years now, never like it but tollerated it to an extent. Then she began to tell me how my teeth were turning brown, and my breath stunk, and she didn't really ever want to seem to kiss me on the mouth. Along came our son, then a few years later our daughter. I was cool and happy go dippy!
She would ask me if I wanted to be around to see them graduate...the nerve of her to give me the guilt trip right? I would get mad at her for carring. And of course after you got mad, you wanted a fatty.
I would tell her I'll quit on New Years...Then on my birthday...then on my Son's birthday...the same ol' excuses.
Eventually, I would come to a point where I would wake up in the morning. Put one in, then jump in the shower...then pretty much have one in all day. Unless I was eating, or maybe an occasional 10 min. break. I managed to stretch a can over 2-3 days.
My gums would sometimes hurt and I'd use my tongue to move the dip over to the other side and that side would soon began hurting too. I would move the dip side to side to see which felt the most tollerable, then go with it.
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! I'm quitting (3 days now into it) I'm not gonna let this bitch own me. I'm not going to have my son watch me and mock spitting noises anymore. I'm not going to fill my cars and home with nasty ass spit cans, cups, bottles. I'm going to take back control and pray that I haven't done enough damage already to my teeth and gums.. The can will tell you right on it how it can give you cancer, tooth loss, gum disease, possible death? Wake up Larry fucking Drummer and smell the coffee. I think stumbeling across KTC with a dip in my mouth a couple of nights ago is going to prove to be my best move yet of 2011. I'm 38 yrs old and my days of dipping are done! Who's with me?
