To the Punkass Kid who stole my purse out of my car this morning: You suck! I hope the 6 TriMet passes you bought with my credit cards make you enough money to move out of my neighborhood. Since you know where I live, it would be great if you would return the purse, the wallet, the video card from the cell with photos of my baby, the chapstick and the sunglasses...maybe even the punchcard for the free pizza slice I was going to use today. Unfortunately I can't get back the hours I have spent today cancelling credit cards, bank accounts and trying to get a new license. I also can't get back the sense of security I had that allowed me to leave my car unlocked for all of 30 seconds before you came by on your skateboard.