Well, I am 15 minutes away from the first 24 hours of nicotine free living that I can remember in who knows how long. The mind is foggy, can't concentrate, face, jaw, lips are throbbing, but my resolve is strong.Â
I just went to the chatroom and got help from a bunch of guys that helped me get through the last couple of hours. Those guys made me dump the rest of my copey snuff in a toilet and flush that shit down the drain. They made me take a pic and send it to them. I did it. They were proud.Â
I am going to try and get some sleep now, and welcome any support that may come through this thread as I venture onto day 2. I made it through day one fellas, still can't believe it. Tomorrow is another day, another fight, one day at a time. I feel like with the help of my new found brothers, I can take on the challenge.Â
I will be posting as much as possible from this thread as a sort of diary or journal, in hopes of getting support from others, and providing inspiration to those that may need it. Stay tuned for some real shit to be written. The journey has only just begun...
Hey bro, let's be calm and rational for 35 seconds. You are thinking that just one pinch can solve your problems. Your gums will not hurt, your tongue won't feel like a filing rod, and your mind will return to normal. That is the Nic Bitch telling you all of that. That is how "they" keep you coming back for more. That is how they line their wallets, with your addiction and ultimately your death. See, this is nothing more than the best money scam going. Just imagine if you could have a 10 million dollar mansion and have someone else pay for it. Well, "they" figured out how to do that. Provide a product that "addicted you" to it and paid off lawmakers to keep it legal. Tax the shit out of it and everybody wins. Except for the addict, you can die. There will be plenty more behind you, you're not special. So, every time you step into that store and throw a five on the counter, just remember you are agreeing to be taxed, proliferated and murdered, all with your money and your blessing. You "OK" this when you lay down your cash.
I want you to suppose for a minute that I walk up to you. Look you in the eye and tell you I'm going to kill you, slowly. I'm going to make you spend thousands of dollars in doctor and hospital bills, I'm going to orphan your kids, make your spouse go at life alone or find another mate. I'm going to take your families money and feed my family with it, also, junior wants a convertible to drive to Harvard. I need some new addicts to pay for that car and his education, you top the list. I need your money addict.
How would you feel about me? Would you do business with me? Would you buy my product? Would you want to kill me? Would you at least stand up for yourself and your family?
Well, I say Fuck Them, you're not taking my money, much less my life without getting the fight of your life. In fact I would rather die on my own accord than let you kill me. It's me or you motherfucker, and I'm not going to lose. All I have to do is Not Dip and you lose. That's it. You are not getting another penny from me you son of a bitch. Not a fucking penny. You will not make me withdraw, you will not make me crave, you will never make me kneel at your alter ever again. I'm in control, not you. I'm pissed, and I'm armed with quit. Fuck you and heed warning I'm out to do to you what you threatened to do to my children. Your on notice tobacco CEO. I'm fucking quit and I will never again let you treat me like a whore.
That might have taken more than 35 seconds, sorry. Hope you get where I'm coming from.
Mogul