on 106.1 and I let everything out. I screamed
and cried punching the steering wheel
"What the fuck?!" I screamed as loud as I
could, I realize now that I'm glad that I had
the radio turned up that high because if
someone walking by would've heard me I
would've been extremely embarrassed if
they knocked on the window and asked if I
was okay. Although it would've been better
than what happened later those next couple
of days. I had finally calmed down enough
to turn the radio down, I reached over and
grabbed my water bottle, my throat was
raw and I was super thirsty. I reached into
the center console and pulled out a can of
chew (Copenhagen) I drained the rest of the
water in a couple of gulps, and put some in
my lip. I hadn't chewed in a week, I was
trying to quit, it had already started to dry
out, but I didn't care, the taste was as good
as I had remembered. It calmed me down
pretty quick, I remembered my dad always
chewing, he had to stop once he got
admitted to the hospital. I thought back to
my first time trying it, "Hey dad, can I have
some?" We were outside working on the
fence in the pasture. He chuckled, "sure
son, but you're not gonna like it." He handed
me the can, I already knew what to do from
seeing my dad do it so many times the years
before. "Don't swallow any of it or you'll get
sick," "Okay," I stood there with it in my lip
and spat on the ground. "So? What's the
verdict?" "It tastes bad," he chuckled, "but
other than that, I don't think I'm gonna be
sick." "Well good, let's get back to it."
"Alright." Another tear fell down my cheek, I
smiled and wiped it away and drove to my
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