From what I have read, I guess I have the same story as everyone else. I didn't want cancer. I hated the funny (disgusted) looks I got when I cracked my tin. I hated having a dry, sore mouth every morning. I hated the smell. I hated the stained finger tips. I hated midnight runs to the store. I hated the skoal rings on my jeans, when I was going somewhere that I hid my addiction. I hated my habits. I hated apoligizing to people after they took a swig of my spitter. I hated just about everything about it. Why the hell did I chew??? I fucking hated it! I thought it over for some time. I told friends and family I would give it up before 2010. I was just waiting for the right time. I don't know what it was, or why, (I've tried to quit before) it just came to me, and I quit. For GOOD! I took my last pinch outa my mouth on Nov. 17th at noon. I came on here, found a great support system, and the rest is history!
Thanks for all of the help KTC Members,
(Bandito) Matt