...if you've ever considered injecting into your femoral vein because everything else is shot
...you actually do dig into your thigh, register your femoral, and push the plunger
...you think 'I'm NEVER doing that again!' as you nod off
...you do it the next morning and twice the day after
...you start coughing up blood every time you shoot up into your thigh
...you scan the newspapers looking for stories of mass ODs, then try to score some of the bags that are causing the ODs because you know they must be fire shit
On 'somewhat' lighter notes...
...you furiously chug water in the morning to get your veins to plump up for a shot
...you're unable to sniff your morning bags anymore because your nose is running too badly, so you justify shooting up because of this
...you start skin popping codeine in the morning as the unpleasant histamine release also causes your veins to protrude a bit so you can register for a shot
...you live in an abandoned apartment building without running water, but everyone still shits in the toilet. The fucking stench is almost unbearable at first, but you get used to it (and the sight of the mountain of poopy in the bathroom)
...your one and only sheet is speckled all over with tiny little blood drops