Used to leave my Wrangler parked on the street outside my condo in Midtown Atlanta. Only had one space, so I'd leave it on the curb close to the entrance and hope for the best. Never left anything in it, but had it rummaged through many times. Also had dummy actually PRY the window open, totally bending it almost horizontal to get in. Had to get that bent back into shape, which thankfully a body shop did for free. All the idiot had to do was unzip the freaking window. Also had the console lockbox broken open, when it wasn't even locked. I stopped locking the doors, but it but it didn't even matter. Oh, and Tally was always dangerous. I grew up in NY and S. Florida, but saw my first gunshot victim and gun pulled out in public within my first semester at FSU in 1990. Was killing time in a record store on Tennessee street, up the hill while waiting for a haircut in the same strip mall and some dude runs in and asks the clerk to call an ambulance. He had just been shot and there he is bleeding all over the floor as I'm perusing the latest Milli Vanilli release. Another time me and a group of friends were on the outdoor basketball courts by Landis or Jenny Murphy or whatever dorms and a group of black dudes on the next court started getting into it. One guy shouts about getting his gun and comes back a couple minutes later and pulls a pistol out of his bag like Boys n' the Hood. Thankfully he didn't use it.
While at FSU, I had a car window smashed and the locks ripped out of the door. I finally put a sign on it that the doors were open, please don't break anything to get in.