I did the milk gallon thing as a spitter..seriously, my apartment started to look like signs sometimes, only instead of water glasses, it was spitters. Then if I had someone coming over, I'd desperately try to throw em all out.
Ive been thinking it over some and had some realizations myself about how stupidly addicted Ive been to it. After taxes, I'd usually pay around $7/can. I mean..in 5 days..I've saved $35. Unless I ran over to Idaho and loaded up on cheap idaho logs, I had to really pay the price in WA. And when I ran out, I couldnt wait to drive to Idaho, I'd buy them in WA at their jacked up price instead.
I had to leave for NTC, for a month, so I bought 5 rolls to take with me-cost me around $170. I shouldve quit there because that was just dehydrating me and I had to drink even more water.
I'd go insane if I forgot a can, even if I was going to be within my 5 hour time window-that was the max I could safely go before I'd start to get panicky. And if I had a gf during the time of my addiction, I wouldn't tell her I dipped. I'd be a closet dipper-intentionally have to go take a shit now and then and sneak a pouch in there. Or take a drive to go get something. Its stupid.
And last night the stupid dreams started. It seemed like it was hours long-me staring at this ridiculously huge can of cope straight. Like a 3 foot wide can, just staring at it and someone was telling me to take a dip, the dream went away back to whatever it was before, and it interrupted my damn dream again.