Hi, my name is Chris and I, like the rest of you have fought that dumb nic bitch for the longest time.
I always had people telling me hey, you really shouldn't do that nasty shit, or the typical, no girl will ever kiss you with that in. Well me being the person I am, that never stopped me. I was never about being the one others wanted me to be. I haven't been dipping for as long as most others on here probably have but it was long enough to make this such a damn struggle. I don't know about all of you but I remember my very first dip. I had some family over while my parents were out of town, I was 15 at the time. When my family left I saw a can of Cope Wintergreen pouches on the table. I quickly texted whose they were and I was told to enjoy. Now, I hung around with all of the "rednecks" and "hicks" in highschool, many considered me to be one of them as well. I always thought dip was gross and never understood why people did it. Given this opportunity though, I could finally find out. I decided to give it a shot and I took a very luxurious dipshit and I realized what was so intriguing about this whole dip thing that everyone I hung around was. The buzz i felt was just incredible but i knew that if i continued to do it, i would end up hopelessly addicted. The next morning, I wanted just one more and then I would get rid of the can. I threw in one pouch while I was in the shower, and once again, the buzz was just amazing. After the shower, i took it out and I never planned on doing it again.
A few months went by and school started getting more and more stressful and I began to occasionally want a dip just to feel that buzz. Being that I was constantly around people that had it, I was able to get a dip whenever I wanted and being that a lot of people thought it was my first, they were totally on board with getting me into the dip gang as well. The buzz kept going and honestly, that's why I started dipping more and more. I wasn't a big drinker, but the feeling i got when i dipped just couldn't be beat. As I started dipping more and more I realized that the buzz was going away and it kind of upset me. I started dipping more to see if that would get a buzz, that didnt work, i started dipping less, that didn't work. No matter what I did the buzz never came back but by that time I was just a tobacco addict and I couldn't quit. The only reason I chewed was for the buzz and now that one thing was gone.
Dips became part of routines though. I am a drag racer and I have set routines and I am very competitive. I always knew routines can be easily changed so I started trying to get dip out of the routine so that I could quit with no repercussions to my racing. I had no issues with the routine changes but then I began a quit and I would hit the fog or the dip rage and it just negatively impacted my racing. With this being said I kept dipping through race season and I always told myself, the day racing season is over, you call it quits, deal? Well I never stuck to it.
This season I was different though. Going into the season I told my self October 12th. I went about my business during the season and I told many of my friends whenever they would ask "When are you gonna quit that shit?" that I was gonna quit as soon as the season was over. Well, the last weekend of racing was the 10th and 11th of October and I had one pinch left after the race day was over and I told myself, you better enjoy this one because after this, that nic bitch will be a thing of the past.
I am now going on day 10 of my quit and I couldn't be happier. My dog house group is one hell of a group.
Although I may be on day 10, every day is another day 1 for me. I don't quit for you, I quit for me.
F U Nic Bitch!
