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Quote from: pab1964Quote from: ChristopherJQuote from: worktowinQuote from: KingNothingQuote from: ChickDipTimmah!! Congratulations on your day 200!Proud to quit with you every day. Enjoy your day and pledge to continue, do it for your girl, family, but especially for you.Congrats LJT! You're the man and I hope the work stuff is going well!Congratulations sir!Congrats Tim! You are a badass quitter - Welcome to the second floor brother!Congratulations! 200 you're the man, even if you are an auburn fan! heheThanks for all the support so far, congrats on the 200!
Quote from: ChristopherJQuote from: worktowinQuote from: KingNothingQuote from: ChickDipTimmah!! Congratulations on your day 200!Proud to quit with you every day. Enjoy your day and pledge to continue, do it for your girl, family, but especially for you.Congrats LJT! You're the man and I hope the work stuff is going well!Congratulations sir!Congrats Tim! You are a badass quitter - Welcome to the second floor brother!Congratulations! 200 you're the man, even if you are an auburn fan! hehe
Quote from: worktowinQuote from: KingNothingQuote from: ChickDipTimmah!! Congratulations on your day 200!Proud to quit with you every day. Enjoy your day and pledge to continue, do it for your girl, family, but especially for you.Congrats LJT! You're the man and I hope the work stuff is going well!Congratulations sir!Congrats Tim! You are a badass quitter - Welcome to the second floor brother!
Quote from: KingNothingQuote from: ChickDipTimmah!! Congratulations on your day 200!Proud to quit with you every day. Enjoy your day and pledge to continue, do it for your girl, family, but especially for you.Congrats LJT! You're the man and I hope the work stuff is going well!Congratulations sir!
Quote from: ChickDipTimmah!! Congratulations on your day 200!Proud to quit with you every day. Enjoy your day and pledge to continue, do it for your girl, family, but especially for you.Congrats LJT! You're the man and I hope the work stuff is going well!
Timmah!! Congratulations on your day 200!Proud to quit with you every day. Enjoy your day and pledge to continue, do it for your girl, family, but especially for you.
Quote from: worktowinQuote from: LumberjackSo if you're reading this and you didn't know, Robb Wolf, a fellow Jackal of mine, caved. I posted this message in GroupMe, and I'd like to post it here. If you need more context of some sort, just ask and I'll be more than willing to help. Just felt like posting this here.QuoteHey. I'd like to thank all of y'all for today.Whether you knew a lot about my group or not, you may have seen just through conversation on here that Robb Wolf and I were pretty close and I would consider him one of my best friends.His cave hit me hard today. I still feel like crap for it.But... I have y'all. I can move on and overcome. I can tattoo a pony on GA's butt crack to remind me of the old times if I want.Y'all are a family to me, and if I wouldn't have had this family, I would have more than likely caved today.One of the biggest reasons for why I didn't cave was because I quickly (immediately) recognized that how I felt was how others would feel if I went down that same path.I'm not gonna do that to y'all.So again, thanks, and I quit with you all for another day.LJT - this just sucks. It hurts when part of the brotherhood les you down. Your word is all that you have in life but determines what kind of man you are. Your word is golden. LJT - Keep your spirits up. It feels like betrayal when a fellow quitter, especially a group leader and friend, fails. I hope you didn't find out about his cave from the board here and that he called you. Don't stop being you - a sincere badass quitter who cares about other people.Quit with you EDD.CJ
Quote from: LumberjackSo if you're reading this and you didn't know, Robb Wolf, a fellow Jackal of mine, caved. I posted this message in GroupMe, and I'd like to post it here. If you need more context of some sort, just ask and I'll be more than willing to help. Just felt like posting this here.QuoteHey. I'd like to thank all of y'all for today.Whether you knew a lot about my group or not, you may have seen just through conversation on here that Robb Wolf and I were pretty close and I would consider him one of my best friends.His cave hit me hard today. I still feel like crap for it.But... I have y'all. I can move on and overcome. I can tattoo a pony on GA's butt crack to remind me of the old times if I want.Y'all are a family to me, and if I wouldn't have had this family, I would have more than likely caved today.One of the biggest reasons for why I didn't cave was because I quickly (immediately) recognized that how I felt was how others would feel if I went down that same path.I'm not gonna do that to y'all.So again, thanks, and I quit with you all for another day.LJT - this just sucks. It hurts when part of the brotherhood les you down. Your word is all that you have in life but determines what kind of man you are. Your word is golden.
So if you're reading this and you didn't know, Robb Wolf, a fellow Jackal of mine, caved. I posted this message in GroupMe, and I'd like to post it here. If you need more context of some sort, just ask and I'll be more than willing to help. Just felt like posting this here.QuoteHey. I'd like to thank all of y'all for today.Whether you knew a lot about my group or not, you may have seen just through conversation on here that Robb Wolf and I were pretty close and I would consider him one of my best friends.His cave hit me hard today. I still feel like crap for it.But... I have y'all. I can move on and overcome. I can tattoo a pony on GA's butt crack to remind me of the old times if I want.Y'all are a family to me, and if I wouldn't have had this family, I would have more than likely caved today.One of the biggest reasons for why I didn't cave was because I quickly (immediately) recognized that how I felt was how others would feel if I went down that same path.I'm not gonna do that to y'all.So again, thanks, and I quit with you all for another day.
Hey. I'd like to thank all of y'all for today.Whether you knew a lot about my group or not, you may have seen just through conversation on here that Robb Wolf and I were pretty close and I would consider him one of my best friends.His cave hit me hard today. I still feel like crap for it.But... I have y'all. I can move on and overcome. I can tattoo a pony on GA's butt crack to remind me of the old times if I want.Y'all are a family to me, and if I wouldn't have had this family, I would have more than likely caved today.One of the biggest reasons for why I didn't cave was because I quickly (immediately) recognized that how I felt was how others would feel if I went down that same path.I'm not gonna do that to y'all.So again, thanks, and I quit with you all for another day.
I try my hardest to post support in the 2007ish groups because, well, they are basically the foundation to this site. 99% of them may eventually leave, but they're the foundation regardless.One of those groups is September 2007. I've scrounged up a few of the old quitters from there, but so far, only Tamado has gotten back to me. I emailed all of them, and the next day, Tamado popped in to say hey. I really appreciate that.After that, I believe he hasn't posted again. That is, until this wonderful and motivating post:Quote from: tamadoI put nearly 1,000 miles on my Harley this weekend and less than two hours from home is where my story begins. Do not worry, this is not a cave story. I pulled in for fuel and was looking for something to throw in my mouth while driving. I was about to buy gum when I saw the SMC (smoky mountain chew – ie: fake dip). I thought I would try it. It has no nicotine and maybe throwing in a dip while riding my geezer glide down a lonely stretch of road would feel pretty good. I did the familiar edge of my tooth as a can opener trick to break the seal and threw a leg over. I piled in a big fatty and hit the road. I expected waves of nostalgia as I had the thrust out lip, the increased saliva and the slightly bitter taste in my mouth. Instead, I was transported in my mind to a time I have long since moved past. It flooded me with memories of anger and resentment. Of tears when I felt too weak to stay quit. Of the depression that took hold when I would not own my own quit and wanted to blame others for my misery. I got no joy from “playing house” with fake dip. I got sadness for years and money I threw away. Why would I give positive memories to something that only took from me, never gave back? It did one thing for me. It reminded me so strongly of how far I have come. I took nearly two years to actually feel like a former dipper. I fought daily for well over a year and honestly close to two. I wanted to give up but I did not want to be weak. I do not remember when I finally stopped blaming others and decided this was all about me, but I know it happened. I went through the darkest time in my marriage then. I lost friends and hated the medication I was on. I am done with this. Five miles down the road I formed my finger into the familiar hook shape – it’s amazing how muscle memory comes rushing back – and flung the lip turd down the highway. I reached in my pocket and winged that retched tin down the road as well. Not exactly ethical disposal, but I needed it gone. Riding is about freedom. I felt free as I pondered my experience will spitting little bits of crap out that my tongue pulled out of my teeth. I leaned back, set the cruise and enjoyed the rest of my ride home as a free man. I probably couldn’t afford my Harley if I was still dipping. Dip would cost more than my loan payment and insurance combined now. I’m much happier calling myself a biker than a dipper. Live free or die brothers and sisters. No dip for me today, not ever. Tamado - day 3,003 (Sept 2007)I am very proud to be quitting with him. Unfortunately, a lot of the older guys aren't around anymore. I wish they would at least pop in more often, because it really lifts my spirits and makes my day when I see one of them swing by.Anyways, I hope y'all enjoy this. I decided to share it here since I know people rarely travel down the dark halls of 2007 and beyond.And if any new guys happen to read this, I encourage you to go post in these groups, alongside your own. There is a lot of quit there, and it helps to read everything.On top of that, post in every group that shares the same month as you. If you're a new guy who just posted a Day 1 in December, go post support in every December group throughout the years. The amount of love that will be shown towards a new guy who dives in is unlimited. It's worth every second it takes to support these groups.If you're a new guy that hasn't posted roll yet, and you're on the fence about it, reread this again.... Do you see something? He's free. He is winning the battle against nicotine. You can to. All you have to do is try.
I put nearly 1,000 miles on my Harley this weekend and less than two hours from home is where my story begins. Do not worry, this is not a cave story. I pulled in for fuel and was looking for something to throw in my mouth while driving. I was about to buy gum when I saw the SMC (smoky mountain chew – ie: fake dip). I thought I would try it. It has no nicotine and maybe throwing in a dip while riding my geezer glide down a lonely stretch of road would feel pretty good. I did the familiar edge of my tooth as a can opener trick to break the seal and threw a leg over. I piled in a big fatty and hit the road. I expected waves of nostalgia as I had the thrust out lip, the increased saliva and the slightly bitter taste in my mouth. Instead, I was transported in my mind to a time I have long since moved past. It flooded me with memories of anger and resentment. Of tears when I felt too weak to stay quit. Of the depression that took hold when I would not own my own quit and wanted to blame others for my misery. I got no joy from “playing house” with fake dip. I got sadness for years and money I threw away. Why would I give positive memories to something that only took from me, never gave back? It did one thing for me. It reminded me so strongly of how far I have come. I took nearly two years to actually feel like a former dipper. I fought daily for well over a year and honestly close to two. I wanted to give up but I did not want to be weak. I do not remember when I finally stopped blaming others and decided this was all about me, but I know it happened. I went through the darkest time in my marriage then. I lost friends and hated the medication I was on. I am done with this. Five miles down the road I formed my finger into the familiar hook shape – it’s amazing how muscle memory comes rushing back – and flung the lip turd down the highway. I reached in my pocket and winged that retched tin down the road as well. Not exactly ethical disposal, but I needed it gone. Riding is about freedom. I felt free as I pondered my experience will spitting little bits of crap out that my tongue pulled out of my teeth. I leaned back, set the cruise and enjoyed the rest of my ride home as a free man. I probably couldn’t afford my Harley if I was still dipping. Dip would cost more than my loan payment and insurance combined now. I’m much happier calling myself a biker than a dipper. Live free or die brothers and sisters. No dip for me today, not ever. Tamado - day 3,003 (Sept 2007)