I started dipping sometime in the 9th grade. I'm not sure how I got started. I mean, it's not like I made a concious decision to stick a wad of tobacco in my mouth, it just kinda happened. Now, I'm almost 34 years old (5 days away), I've got an 8 year old son, and a daughter due in January.
Wanna know what sucks the most? I actually quit. I did it. All by myself (along with a smokeless substitute). I was dip free for about three months, and then one Saturday morning, I woke up and my wife was at work. My son was off at my folks house. The game was about to come on. I thought, hey, I can have just one... maybe for the 1st half of the game... I'll throw the can out before my wife gets home. So, like a fool, I drove down to the gas station, bought a can of the cheapest stuff they had, and here we are three months later, and I'm back to a can every two days.
I'm at work right now, so that's good, but as soon as I get home, I know damn good and well I'll go for that can that I've got stuck in a jacket pocket in my closet.
I haven't established my quit date yet. I mean, I know when it is, I just don't know when it is. My last day of dipping will be the day before my smokeless substitue arrives. I ordered 12 cans today (it only took 6 the first time, but I want to make sure I don't relapse again). As soon as I check the mail and find my package there, I'm flushing the dip down the toilet and never looking back again.
I may not post again until that day arrives, but when it comes, I'm gonna be here lookin' for some back up because I'm sick and tired of digging pieces of shit out of my teeth every night before bed.