My name is Erick and I am a dip-o-holic. 20 years I've been putting that shit in my mouth. A can a day for the last 10 years. This crap has CONTROLLED me for as long as I can remember. Everytime I would leave the house I would have to check all four of my pockets: Front left pocket=keys, front right pocket=cell phone, back right pocket =wallet and back left pocket =chew. If I forgot the keys, phone or wallet I could get over it. If I forgot my wintergreen fine-cut...whoa boy, day is ruined, stop at the nearest store because I just cant have fun without my chew.
Chewing made everything more enjoyable: horse shoes, camp fires, yard work, driving..you name it....well then I grew up and realized that it is actually aggravating that this is such a big part of my life. It doesnt make anything more enjoyable, it actually hinders it. Playin with the kids, talking with my wife, going into the store......make sure you have somewhere to spit!!! How annoying and childish is that?
The time is now. It is that simple. I have never been so determined to do something in my life and by the looks of this brotherhood, I am in good company.
It's time for the chew to get gone....for good.