Building a wall, part 3
or ... Am I really just a dip away from a can a day?
(If you haven't read them, be sure to catch parts one and two, below.)
So here we are, slowly and surely building our wall around nicotine use. Every day, we come in here and post and make that wall a little stronger, a little more substantial.
I have made no secret of the fact that I quit (using another site that most of you know about) for three years. Three years builds a damned serious wall. But it is a wall that can be breached.
So was it really one dip that did me in? Can a three-year quit be killed by a just a single pinch between cheek and gum? In one way, no ... but in another (more important) way, yes.
It was a business trip. A quiet evening, alone in the hotel room, nothing to do but go for a drive around Plano in the rental car. And yes, I guess I wanted to try that thrill of doing something "forbidden". On the way back to the hotel, I stopped and bought some beer (to help me sleep, of course :rolleyes: ), and I told the clerk to throw in a can of snoose. That dip was just like my first one ever. It was gross, it was disgusting, it was nasty, it made me want to puke, it gave me a little buzz ... but it was not something I would want to do again. Ever. No problem, right?
Wrong!
You see, now I had a can of that expensive stuff. Couldn't waste it, now could I? And the little hole in that three-year wall was open. Taking the second dip was much easier than the first. The third was easier yet ... and honestly, the wall was down in nothing flat. I returned from Texas a full-fledged dipper, using stronger stuff and more of it.
So now I know ... I am literally a dip away from a can a day. I can never, never, never have nicotine again... not even a little bit. And thanks to this site, I know I can do it. I hope you know those things, too.