You've had to use narcan multiple times (I think Im up to 5) to save your friends from dying of a heroin overdose.
You spend enormous amounts of time driving around the ghetto on freezing cold days when nobody's around looking for dope because you're sick and your main man is out of raw, and his scramble won't do anything for your huge tolerance.
You've gone to the ghetto every day for the past several weeks despite being white and living in suburbia.
Half of your text messages are dope dealers letting you know they're good or asking how the last batch was.
If someone ODs on a batch of dope your first thought is to get more of it because it must be good.
You have track marks going from your wrists to your shoulders and haven't gone out without a long sleeved shirt for over a year.
Your best go-to veins are completely gone, nowhere to be found no matter how much you dig around in your arm.
You've used a needle more than a dozen times despite it being totally dull.
You've shot up in public places like subway benches or alleys or dirty fast food bathrooms in the hood because you couldn't wait to get home to do a hit.
You've ODd so badly on dope (maybe fentanyl cut...) that your heart stopped and you were still extremely high and nodding after being given a double dose of narcan- twice the amount that usually stops an OD eliminates any opiate high and puts the person into withdrawal.
You've driven for over 2 hours each way (4+hrs round trip) just to pick up dope.
You have either bloodstains, burns from nodding out while holding a lit cigarette, or both, on all your pants and shirts.