'ppreciate that, brother. It got to the point where I'd pack a lip and could literally feel the nicotine creeping through the arteries in my head. Really fucking weird.
I remember the time I dipped Cope whiskey all day, then ate some pizza and fell asleep. Naturally, I woke up some time later feeling somewhat dehydrated, from all the salt, and I instinctively grabbed the closest glass and chugged.
It was my spit cup.
No cope whiskey blend ever since. Still makes me want to vomit.