Day 12 - Wow, woke up this am and life is good. Fog is gone, mouth sores are gone, it's a damn good day to be quit.
I coached a wrestling tournament yesterday, and spent 7-8 hours in a hot, smelly ass gym with 500 kids and parents. Every dude in there had a big old lip full, I felt like I was goddamn surrounded. Every time I turned around, I caught a whiff of skoal, or saw someone spit in the trash can. It's funny how I can spot a guy packing a spit bottle from 50 yds away now.
I bought a pack of gum and said fuck it. I hate using smoky mtn in public cause it makes me look like I am one of them....I used to be the dude with a huge lip that didn't give a fuck, now I don't want to be seen with it and its not even real chew...Fucked up ain't it?