Alright,
Ive known I need to quit for a while, but I kept pushing it back/not thinking about it for a long time. Last year I woke up one morning with a small bumb on the inside of my lip...fuck. After a couple of days of acting like nothing was wrong, the lump had grown to be noticable to others, and my g/f forced me to go have it looked at. Thank god the doctor laughed at me when I came in and said it was a ranula (clogged saliva duct) and a quick cut and some pain meds and it was gone. Did this stop me, hell no, I think I got worse after that. Fast forward to this year. I dont know what really happened or why, but it kind of clicked, I had to quit, and soon. I promised my girl I would quit this week and driving home from work I threw a fatty in and leaned back for the ride home. Then I got to thinking, who am I kidding, I cant quit....no fuck that yes I can and I threw what I had left out the window, came home, and realized I would need some help and thats where this place comes in. Heres to keeping the fight going!!