Super 80
Rube Goldberg device
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- Oct 7, 2003
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I went to a smoke stoppers class. The asked who smoked. Most all of us raised their hands including me. She asked who chewed and me and another guy held our hands up. Then she asked who dipped and three of us, me included had our hands up. She looked at me and said, ooh, you're going to be a tough one...
I could put a chaw of Redman in my lower lip, an unhealthy amount of Copenhage in my upper lip (it takes some real experience to hold it there) and smoke a Marlboro at the same time all while drinking beer and not spit. And I did it a few times to prove I could for free beer at parties.
When the coughing would get too bad, I'd go to chewing. When I got tired of the taste, I'd go to dipping. When my gums would turn white from the tobacco, I'd go back to smoking.
Finally I had weaned myself down to those little packets of snuff called Skoal Bandits which barely had enough nicotine to get rid of the craving for it when the radio announcer said, "and here comes the President-elect to take the oath of office." The time was 12 noon, January 20, 1993.
I got up and opening up the kitchen waste basket I said, "If I'm going to be pissed off, (smack - wet bandit hitting the trash) I'm going to be really pissed off..."
And I was for six weeks.
Rant and rave, kick and fuss, but don't give up. This is the nicotine withdrawl hurting your body because you're turning your back on it and saying you don't need it.
The hardest part was drinking beer at parties, until my wife told me this little bit of psychology from her smoke cessation class. When someone you're talking to lights up a cigarette, it's because they're nervous talking to you, and they need to calm themselves down.
Now there's a thought --they're nervous talking to me! That puts you in the driver's seat because now you don't need a cigarette to talk to them!
Good luck and don't give up.
I could put a chaw of Redman in my lower lip, an unhealthy amount of Copenhage in my upper lip (it takes some real experience to hold it there) and smoke a Marlboro at the same time all while drinking beer and not spit. And I did it a few times to prove I could for free beer at parties.
When the coughing would get too bad, I'd go to chewing. When I got tired of the taste, I'd go to dipping. When my gums would turn white from the tobacco, I'd go back to smoking.
Finally I had weaned myself down to those little packets of snuff called Skoal Bandits which barely had enough nicotine to get rid of the craving for it when the radio announcer said, "and here comes the President-elect to take the oath of office." The time was 12 noon, January 20, 1993.
I got up and opening up the kitchen waste basket I said, "If I'm going to be pissed off, (smack - wet bandit hitting the trash) I'm going to be really pissed off..."
And I was for six weeks.
Rant and rave, kick and fuss, but don't give up. This is the nicotine withdrawl hurting your body because you're turning your back on it and saying you don't need it.
The hardest part was drinking beer at parties, until my wife told me this little bit of psychology from her smoke cessation class. When someone you're talking to lights up a cigarette, it's because they're nervous talking to you, and they need to calm themselves down.
Now there's a thought --they're nervous talking to me! That puts you in the driver's seat because now you don't need a cigarette to talk to them!
Good luck and don't give up.
Never smoked, always hated the smell and I try to avoid smokers but the Copenhagen habit is not very good either.. This is probably a harder habit to crack but determination can go along way.
