I'm Stig.
I'll be 36 years old in July.
I started dipping Kodiak when I was 16 years old.
The math is simple and scary: As of May 5, 2014, I had dipped 56% of my life.
I was working on a framing crew when I met the Bear. Framing up stick houses in the NC summers -- a pinch hit the spot. The General Contractor I was working for -- who has become a close friend and mentor -- threatened to fire me if he ever caught me dipping again. So I hid it. Ninja-dipped for almost 2 decades after that -- hid it from him, my family, and everyone I ever loved. When you're dipping a tin a day, that's real ninja skills.
The past 12 months have been big for me. Got married 7 months ago. Wife got pregnant 4 months ago. In 5 effing months I am going to be a dad!
I want to be alive for as much of my son's life as I can. I want to be there to take care of of my wife when we're old (and should probably outlive her since she'll be a mess without me). Most importantly, I need to be proud of the man I see when I look in the mirror. And when I look at a man chained to a tin of carcinogenic weed, it's hard to be proud of that chump. I need to be free.
That's why I'm on Day 4, looking forward to posting roll on Day 5 first thing tomorrow.
