What started out as a fantastic evening with my lover, turned into a complete mystery of "Where the Fuck are my shoes?" WTF Portland? Why can't I simply take off my shoes and leave them on the front porch, get comfy, watch a flick and know that my shoes are going to be there when I leave?
Odd thing is, this shoe thief has struck twice in the past 3 months at this particular home. What goes around comes around, Karma will get you NE Portland Shoe Thief.