look, in the very beggining of this thread i was humbled and thankfull at the same time because what i thought was going to be litterally a living hell, because i had quit or tried too before, when i woke up on april 7th, i just quit, it wasnt a discussion, it wasnt a decision, i just said i want to be alive for my son, and i quit, and i found this site and started reading all these stories and i was like i have non of that, i was expecting all of that, but i got non, and when i posted up how i was feeling and how easy it was i caught heat because i guess everyone else that was going through hell was hating because i wasnt and 29 days in is as easy as day 3 was. i cant explain it, so because i was trying to share with the group about "MY" experience and i guess no one could relate, they decided to hate. if anyone takes the time to reread this thread from the beggininng you will see for yorself i never came in here to be enteratinement, i came here to quit. again i have had no fog, i have never in 29 days had an urge to go buy a can, when i found a half a can in my car cleaning it out, i opened it and the smell alone was enough to kill any thought of "One Dip" so love big nasty or hate him i dont give a fuck, and if you can whoop my ass the you will have my respect until then IT IS WHAT IT IS