Ok, so I've been dipping for 11 years, roughly a can a day. I've managed to quit a dozen or so times but always came back to it. For me, it was a crutch when I was stressed, a celabratory treat after something good happened, it helped me focus, it helped me poop, and hell I just really enjoyed a good dip. Now, my gums are receding, my teeth are sorta stained, I'm setting a bad example for my kids, and I could have bought a new boat for what I've spent at 7-11.
I'm 46. I'm too old to be doing this. At least I'm old enough to know better. Two close friends lost thier fathers to cancer this past year. Heading to another funeral tommorrow. That'll be 3. My wife was dianosed with breast cancer this summer, had a unilateral mastectomy 5 weeks ago. How do you handle the news your wife has cancer? I put a dip in as soon as I could. That's kinda fucked up. I've never said that out loud, it stings a bit.
Anyway, I'm here and on day one.