I wish I had a can of Grizzly from 15 years ago to compare with the last can I dipped. I swear the cans have gotten smaller over the years as the cost has gotten bigger. At least that's the argument I would throw up to my wife when she grilled me about buying so much Grizzly each week (2 rolls, at least).
Whether the Big Tobacco Machine has been squeezing us or not, I was dipping a lot. It got to the point I would wake up during the night, get a dip, and go back to bed. There were fewer hours I didn't have a dip in than there were hours when I did. I dipped at work. I teach at a college, so when I wasn't in class, I was in my office with a dip. I was a slave to the bear.
What really made me realize it was nothing more than a habit happened this past week. I cut way back, weaning myself to make Friday a little easier. Well, Thursday, the dips I had after breakfast, lunch, and dinner about made me drunk! That was the feeling I remember having when I first started dipping back in college. Since those days, the dip became a need, but I didn't get that feeling. I couldn't put enough Grizzly or Cope in to get that feeling, so I was just dipping to be dipping. I was getting the nicotine, but I wasn't getting the relaxed feeling.
I'm in the June 2020 group. June 6, 2020, will be my 100th day. I'm not concerned about that day, though. I'm more concerned about 2/29/2020 - today. I've posted Roll and made my promise. I don't break promises. Not today, Satan (Grizzly). Not today.
Matthew (GS9502)