Day 138
I hesitated to post this little story, because my quit has a certain reputation to uphold. I place it on a throne eveyday that I polish with the softest fur from far far away... It's as badass as they get and I don't want any confusion about that. But sometimes even the most badass get a dose of reality....In my 138 days I have had virtually zero cravings of any sort - I can count them on my fingers - maybe even on one hand. I certainly never had a bad one or one that was more than a passing thought immediately dismissed......until yesterday. Maybe I've been a little complacent - I certainly haven't been spending as much time on KTC as I used to. I still post roll everyday in many groups but I haven't been as involved as I once was. Anyway, yesterday I was feeling a little down for reasons that aren't important. I was driving past this Sunoco where I used to buy sleeves of Skoal Wintergreen about once overy 10 days or 2 weeks (the guy gave me a deal for loading up - thanks buddy...) and the thought of pulling in and grabbing a can appeared in my head. Obviously I didn't do it. I drove past. I would NEVER disgrace myself or betray the trust of my extended KTC Family. But I DID start thinking about how good it would taste. I thought about it packed in real tight way back in the back of your jaw. When it's back there you really get the full experience (plus you don't have a big fat hick lip - after all, you don't want to look stupid ....right? Too late if you have a dip in.....) and you can spit like a professional. (BTW - I always considered myself a top notch dipper - a real professional -- what a fuckin jerkoff....) So anyway - I could taste that thing packed in back there...and it felt good. It tasted good. I wanted it. I thought wistfully back to my dipping days.....I missed them. All of a sudden I had a major league crave on my hands. My FIRST in 138 days. I mean my head was spinning. This COULDN"T happen to me - my quit is too fuckin badass for this!!!!!!!!!! I couldn't believe that it was happening. I reached out to 7 top dog members of my quit crew and guess what? EVERY one of them responded. EVERY ONE. Thanks to Swede, Fosterchild, Baudy, Ericfrompittsburgh, Kmotherfuckinstamp, Sox2012, and TSmith for helping me get a grip... HAHAHA. In the end I believe this happened because I had become a little complacent - a little passive. I had built this giant castle where I housed my quit. It had dragons and laser beams and flying great white sharks protecting it while my quit sat on its throne safe and sound. I sent out search parties to vanquish the nic bitch and her minions from the Earth with extreme predjudice. I attacked. I was the aggressor. Of late, I failed to maintain my castle...the dragons were asleep. The search parties were in the great hall drinking and feasting and getting lazy. All the while, the nic bitch and her minions crept up with my defenses down. She got close enough to whisper in my fucking ear.........for me that is unacceptable.
NEVER AGAIN. NEVER.
Right here right now I am re-dedicating myself to my quit. I did not honor it properly or maintain it properly of late. It must be guarded at all times. BTW - I apologized to it and we're cool now...HAHAHA!