Day 368 - Happy New Year!
Ventured back into the liar f the bitch (the same party I quit at last New YearÂ’s) and guess who was sitting there with a smirk on her face, Ms. Niccy the Bitch.
I was armed with gum, my trusty can of Hooch, the digits on speed dial if needed but I also had the opportunity to talk w 3 quit brothers yesterday. Two of the calls were to new guys just looking for some help the last to a good friend I've had the honor of battling this addiction with for a year now. Thanks bro!
The evening proceeded as usual, too much food, some drink and cards. For the next 3 hours I watched two guys finger bang their cans. Both knew I am quit and neither attempted to flaunt their poison. Oddly, each congratulated me on one year quit, to which I only replied, When you are ready, I'll be here to help if I can.
There was no mad scramble to spit a dip out and try to cover up the lingering cat turd taste in my mouth Ms. Niccy and Copenstanken used to leave. So as we counted down at midnight, my wife paused before kissing me and said for the 5th or 6th time that evening how proud she was on me. I'll be storing that image in my quit vault!