Some lame faced, two mommed, dope bag stole the little zipper pouch from my bicycle. I didn’t happen to notice this until a couple of hours ago after eating dinner at C9 and walking down from the Humanities building behind Adams. I looked at my bike and immediately noticed something was gone… something voluminous just below my seat. Why would anyone steal such a thing? It can barely hold my lock, not even two paper clips. If they wanted my crappy pouch, they could’ve at least asked me about it. They probably stole it to sell to some hobo to put his drugs in a safe place. Such low-lives… I was downtown this weekend with my bike and locked it up near the Metro station for several hours. It was probably then when the pouch was stolen. I have no doubt that it’s being put to use in an illegal way.