Alright, to start this off, I never introduced myself to the community. The nickname that I have had for years and what many people know me as is AceBoogie. I started Dipping when I was a junior in high school. I still remember the first time that I filled my lip with poison. I was with my friends, and my buddy had just turned 18, so to "celebrate" he bought a can of Copenhagen Wintergreen. We all decided that the best way to celebrate was to take a lipper with him. How fucking stupid could I be. Early on I convinced myself that if I dipped tasty flavors that it't not as bad for you and there is less of a chance of addiction (makes sense if you are fucking retarded). Ever since that day, if I wasn't eating or sleeping I had a dip in my mouth. What started as a one time "celebration" turned into a 7 year addiction. I went from one dip to two cans a day within that very year, and it stayed like that.
Time and time again I "tried" to quit, but as well all know here, there is no "trying" only "doing." When I first tried to quit dipping, it wasn't because I wanted to, it was because of how people looked at me and how my family looked at me. I didn't want to quit. I loved the nic bitch and she loved me. Recently, as of March 25, 2016, that changed. I woke up, flushed my 2 cans I bought the night before, and struggled my ass through day 1. It wasn't until that night that I found KTC and posted roll for the first time. I didn't want to dip anymore. I didn't want to have nicotine control my life. I wanted to quit, and that's what I am doing every damn day. I am quitting one day at a time, not for my family, not for my girlfriend, but for me. I AM quitting. I am not "trying" to quit.
