WHY I LOVE DIPPING
Twenty-three years ago, I was born a dumb, poor redneck in Eastern Kentucky which is a part of the Appalachians. Here, the people are drug-ridden, impoverished hillbillies - including me. I have always been around tobacco, always will be. My friends and I always dipped. Every male member of my family dips. I have even had teachers give me dip during school. Tobacco use is a part of the culture here - for better or worse, or more accurately, for worse.
Through education, I have furthered my career potential. I moved out of Appalachia for undergrad. I will move even further away for grad school. But I am still an Appalachian, through and through. I am so proud of my poor, redneck roots. While I am here, I love dipping, because it is part of the culture. It takes me back to my youth.
One day very soon, I am going to be wealthier and more established than many of my fellow Appalachians. Dipping connects us to each other in a weird sort of way. Some may think I am some hot shot lawyer with his nose in the air. Then, those same people would see me with a dip in, and realize I am still just Nick, the good ole boy from the holler. A good ole boy from the holler is trustworthy.
When I quit dipping, especially when I am far from home, it puts me into some sort of identity crisis.
This may seem stupid or hard to relate to for a lot of you, but that's okay. This is something I deal with during my quit. Please ream me, and pick apart this way of thinking. Because I want it destroyed. I want to know another way to deal with this thought.
I'm camping this weekend on the lake, and I work at the marina on weekends where I get my dip for free. So I can honestly say, my greatest temptation will be this weekend. When I post roll Monday, you all can go ahead and know the hardest part is over.