I lived in the town of Brawley,California which had a high(no pun intended)rate of heroin addicts. I had my car parked behind the radio station where I worked and one night when I went to it I discovered the window smashed and a box of casette tapes and a pair of sunglasses gone. I just assumed that the junkie took the tapes in the hope of getting something to pawn but since they were blues and jazz tapes I doubt that they got anything and probably dropped the tapes in a dumpster somewhere.
Another time I parked the car right underneath my apartment and while I was sleeping a junkie helped himself to my pull out stereo. I left the car window open which was admittedly a stupid thing to do but at least the assbite didn't break the window. Thieves suck and junkies are the lowest of the low.