OOC: | While we're on the topic of tobacco, I'd like to share a little anecdote on the side.
Last summer, I was right in the middle of the week-long hell march known as Combat Survival Training. It was me and three of my buddies stranded in the Rocky Mountains, many miles away from civilization with little more than a map, a compass, and an old parachute that could be made into a tent, while hundreds of other people were chasing after us. It was our first night out, and we were lucky enough to catch a wild rabbit. After thumping and skinning it (and using the skin as a hand puppet, but that's for another thread), we decided not to eat it right away, but instead we smoked it for jerky that night.
So two of us had to stay up and make sure none of our pursuers could see our fire while the other two slept. It was my turn to stay up - as I left the make-shift tent, one of my buddies tosses me a can of Copenhagen and says "this'll keep you awake." So I think, what the hell, there's a first time for everything, and I stuffed a little pinch of it in my lip.
Bad idea. I was tired, I was hungry, and the air was thin at 9,000 feet - it was a bad combination, and about thirty minutes later the rush hit me. I wasn't feeling too good - my buddy said I looked like a cat that had just fallen into a field of catnip. Fifteen minutes later I yuked up whatever bits of food I had leftover from that morning. Haven't touched a bit of dip since. |