On Thursday night I walked outside and found my bike had been stolen. I filed a police report and the next day hit the streets trying to find out any info I could. The guy that runs the second hand bike shop by my house told me a crack head had come by about an hour before trying to sell what he believed to be my bike. The owner said the guy was a local degenerate and was most likely still in the area and told me a few of the places around the neighborhood he had seen him. I called my room mate, Edmond, and told him what the bike store guy had told me. About 5 minutes later Edmond called me and said he found the bike. The guy was sitting on the side of a Walgreens shaking a cup. I rushed over. Edmond grabbed the bike. This is where the photo album starts...