ATTENTION: In no way is the following account meant to romanticize dipping or nicotine use, or to demean the constant diligence of big tobacco to bring the world their wonderful products of distinction and good taste every day!
Day 393- Dropped by what was one of my “favorite” convenience stores this morning to mainly get some gas and buy some gum. This was the one where I joked with the guy behind the counter, buying my 2-4 cans of cancer dirt every week without fail, and what a regular riot I was, don’t ya know. Today the guy is gone. I doubt he has been there for a while now. I wish I’d had the chance to tell him I didn’t do this shit anymore when he was reaching for my favorite poison. Oh well… The visit today made me think of some things I enjoy now and some things I don’t miss:
My smooth gums and cheeks, and whiter teeth
That my breath doesnÂ’t smell like ass anymore
That my key board at work is smutz free, and I donÂ’t have to scrape the bottom of my mouse and mousepad off anymore since the dip scrud doesnÂ’t collect over time anymore.
Looking under my car seat and not seeing brown schmudges and brown flecks from cleaning my nasty pinchin fingers off
Not seeing any spit bottles on the floorboard of my car or in the drawer at work. Also not opening a spit bottle to take another spit, hearing the hiss, and gagging at the smell of the shit in the bottle, but spit in it anywayÂ…
Waiting for everyone to be gone at work and emptying a full spit bottle in the sink, hopin nobody comes back in, and smellin that smell(you know what I mean) and getting it ready for the next weeks‘ load of friggin spit.
As I look at the floor under my desk while I was typing this I spied some used pumpkin seed shells from days gone by that didnÂ’t make it into the trashcanÂ…. Damn, this wasnÂ’t a dream!!!
The life I did leadÂ…Â… 393 days agoÂ…. I am free today!!!!