I picked up a can of dip in college while I was the only one in town, lonely during Christmas, watching It's a Wonderful Life. That was 2004.
I'm a filmmaker. For 5 years, dip has been my security blanket, helping me to write, study, edit, unwind after long days, and deuce. I got married last year, and after unsuccessfully hiding my habit (I'm a terrible liar), my wife had kind of learned to live with it.
The other day, I told her about this site, about wanting to buy some herbal hooch, and that I was serious about quitting. She started crying, because rather than nag, she has bottled up her concern for my health for the 4 years we've been together.
I had a stupid flurry of abuse the past two days, dipping a can of Grizzly Mint before work, at lunch, and after work. Today I dipped the last bit at lunch, and now I'm stuffing my face with sunflower seeds and herbal hooch. I almost blew up on my boss, every move the dog makes gets on my nerves, and I've just kind of been staring at shit since I got off of work, but HEY. I'm not addicted.
So, 5 years, about a can a week, 2 cans a week during high stress times (filming, screenings). At my best, I laugh at the whole idea of dipping and how stupid it is. At my worst, I can't even imagine what it's like to truly relax anymore without dipping.
Posting roll call tomorrow. This place is awesome.
OOPS: I'm Ben, by the way - North Alabama - 26 - Favorite Movies: Raiders of the Lost Ark, O Brother Where Art Thou, Rear Window, Unforgiven, On Her Majesty's Secret Service