I've decided I'm going to keep copies of my "Days of Our Quits" over here in my intro thread, that way people can read them if they want to, without having to go through all the pages to find it.
For people that are seeing this and wondering what it is, I like to make up little summaries out of "notable" events that occurs during the course of the day and make it into almost a reality type show. It keeps my mind off the suck, and provides come free entertainment..
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#1
Welcome to the Days of Our Quits.
The May Quit house is the newest on the block, and theres been some issues lately deciding on a correct name for the group. The title on the quit roll call whiteboard has been wiped out and changed repeatedly, this started when FallingUp complained about the original “Fucking MayFlowers of May” title. This was soon replaced by ppolcyn with the “Goat Fuckers” title. Various individuals kept changing the name, and eventually it appeared to settle on a bland “May Quitters”. But this pales in comparison to the events of today-such as Ziesmer buying his kid whiskey.
The May Quitters had a close call with a cave, but Oma used his network and reached out for help. Unfortunately, someone else did not. This brings us to “The Stepping Stone” incident.
Those of the May quitters that weren’t off at work were gathered in the common room area of the May House. It was fairly peaceful, until Gldean walked into the house, looked at the rest of his group, and announced how he was gone for a few days, had a little bit of stress, caved, and blamed the incident on “a little stress”. He turned to walk back out the door but that exit would soon be blocked by the vets. A massive roar was let loose from the house, instantly catching the attention of a handful of vets who had been lurking in May’s front yard. “A cave” Colonel No Cope whispered to his brothers, and soon enough, vets from around the country side hauled ass to May’s living room to join in on beating some sense into Gldean. Gldean was silent, bruised and broken. The vets deemed their work complete, wiped their hands clean, and proceeded to exit from the May House.
Gldean looked back at his brothers and apologized. It wasn’t stress..he decided. No. It was a different reason, something about a long and tiring day. He then spoke the words heard round the world “I don’t look at having a chew on day as a total breakdown, just a stepping stone.” An angry howl was heard in May’s front yard-the summoning call. More vets returned this time, and variations of “stepping stone parables” were heard repeated for the next hour in loud angry rants. We have yet to hear an explanation from Gldean as to why he slipped.
It seemed as through the day had finally calmed down after this event. That was, until Zan walked back door, grumbling about an upcoming nicotine rage event. He grabbed the roll call board off the wall and started waving it wildly in the air “IF YOU ARE ON THE MIA LIST, OR IT IS PAST NOON LOCAL PST, YOU SHOULD FEEL LIKE SHIT!!!” A valid point indeed-we will see what the general consensus is of the May quitters later, when they gather this evening.
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#2
The Days Of Our Quits, episode 2. 2/22/12-2/23/12
It would be a peaceful sight, the May quit house, placed in the KTC desert of quitting, the sun rising on the horizon, lighting up the house with its flag “May 2012” billowing in the wind. Would be peaceful, except for the yelling that was occurring inside. A handful of new members arrived today. One of them, THE Beck had moved past the introductory guest house of the KTC nicotine free community, and into May’s house. Beck walked into the living room area, where the other members had been sitting, and gorging their faces full of any food that lay in sight. Beck was a peculiar individual, and he appeared to be wearing some type of mask, obscuring his face and identity. From behind the mask, he introduced himself, saying that he had been in a Quit House before, but failed and caved. The mask remained seated on his face, and no one could tell who he had been before. This little piece of his introduction caused an abrupt stop in the living room, creating an uncomfortable silence. Only KayakKurt and C Mac continued to stuff their faces full of food. One of the members pulled out a cell phone and rapidly started typing away a message. He put the phone back in his pocket and crossed his arms, turning to look back at Beck. “Bullshit. That is a bullshit introduction”. Suddenly, the door was kicked open. And once again, in came the vets. Loot walked in first, his walking cane ticking on the wood floor as he made is way to the masked man. He brandished the walking stick, poking Beck’s mask with it. In his third person manner of speaking, he informed Beck the mask must come off. The other vets started to yell and stomp their feet, pointing angrily at Beck. Beck couldn’t handle it, he threw his hands over his head and screamed FUCK YOU I’m going to workout and ran from the house.
Later that day, as the members of the May house sat down in the common room area, sharing their various tales and the odd bitching here and there, a JasonB added in to the casual banter. His face bore one of some concern, as he spoke about how his symptoms seemed to be getting worse, instead of better. He also mentioned how he still had an unopened can of cope in his personal cubby in the May quit house. He thought it would be a good way to stick it to US smokeless, and he said he originally bought it just in case he went nuts. Once again, everyone else stopped talking. A few of the members grew red in the face and proceeded to yell at JasonB about what a horrible idea that was. A few people went to the kitchen, threw some bags of popcorn in the microwave, and punched in the timers. A rapping was heard over the yelling at JasonB-Loot was at the door, beating it with his walking stick. He and Bradleyguy, tarpon17, Phalanx, and CoachDoc entered the house-which appeared to have become one of their new favorite places to spend their days in retirement, from wherever they lived in the KTC desert. The vets surrounded JasonB, telling him to listen to his brothers. Loot offered a jab with his wakling cane but was silent this time. JasonB told them he could handle it-he was a runner after all. This caused further uproar, and somehow he managed to squeeze his way out of the crowd, he ran up into his room and slammed the door shut. If you listened closely enough, you could hear a gentle sobbing.
The vets turned to leave, but CoachDoc stayed for a moment. He produced a scroll from his soccer bag. “MAYS MOST WANTED”. He proceeded to read the names off the list, and was interrupted after he called out tylermccoy. “Why the fuck am I on the list” Tyler demanded. Some more may members arrived, stuffing their faces with popcorn as they listened with interest. CoachDoc asked if Tyler wanted a bandaid-he was on the list for bumping others off the roll. Tyler mocked CoachDoc, accepting the offer for the bandaid. Coach dropped a nasty sanitary pad into Tyler’s outstretched hand.
And thatÂ’s all for now, stay tuned for the next episode!
