Well here goes the hardest thing I've ever done. I'm Nate, 25 years old, and i have dipped since I was 13.
I got started because I wanted to be like my dad. He dipped skoal mint. I can still remember the smell every time we got in his car. We were at a hockey tournament and he threw me his can and asked if I wanted a pinch. I guess he thought I'd get sick and never do it again. But I sat there and enjoyed my very first pinch. Since then it has become a part of me.
I made it through OCS for the United States Marine Corps in 2010 with no problem because I was too tired and busy to worry about nicotine. But after all that time, the first thing I did when I graduated was to go buy a can. Nics a bitch.
I'm a firefighter now and I help people for a living, but I am killing myself every day. I can watch a patient dying a slow and painful death, say "man that sucks" and then throw in a lip on the ride back to the station. I have made the choice to quit. I woke up the morning of June 20th and didn't put in my morning pinch. I didn't want to dip any more. I have posted roll twice now and my day 3 is almost done.
I'm mad, angry, pissed off, embarrassed, angry, trying not to listen to that little voice that says "you can have a pinch, it's ok", and did I mention I'm angry?! Haha. My brain isn't quite fully functioning right now but I want to say thank you for the site and I look forward to the day I get to type up my HOF bio. Quit Like Fuck