I Live surrounded by crack heads.
So much so that when I go over to my friends place I often see people from my apartments talking to the crack heads there.
So many people come through either buying or selling (And don't forget the drinking, screaming, fighting, and other sweetness that comes with being a worthless human) that I can spot their dealer, and know how each one acts what when they're high.
The manager even knows what's going on and refuses to enforce the whole "no crack heads" rule she herself instated.
Instead they just put a knob with a lock on the back gate. So the crakies climbed over.
They put a fence on top of the gate and that seemed to work.
So......Last night my buddy said he could probably climb over it.
When I came outside the knob was on the ground.
He didn't make it over.