My disabled 19-year-old daughter was shopping in the U-District. Knowing her, she was probably walking around with her purse partly open, in spite of my frequent reminders about how risky that is. Before she left the U-District, she realized that her wallet was gone. She had about $50 cash, her ID, and her cash card from Social Security and DSHS. I bet that you used it for meth, coke, heroin, or whatever you use to indulge your worthless lowlife body.

I want you to know that my daughter had a stroke two years ago. She has right-sided partial paralysis, memory loss, speech deficits, and a lack of street smarts. Since she's 19, she's legally an adult, so she can come and go as she pleases. Cognitively, she is somewhat regressed, with typical rebellious teenage behavior, but not equipped with what it takes to have the independence she desperately craves.

If you are able to read through your drug-saturated fog, chew on this: Karma exists. I hope that one day you suffer a massive coke-induced stroke. After tons of intensive rehab, you're able to walk. You go out, shop, and thanks to your damaged frontal lobe, you mouth-off to the wrong crack dealer. He beats the crap out of you and heaves your bleeding broken body into a Dumpster to die. I hope that no one saves you, because you're not worth the time and money that Harborview would have to spend on you. Even your drug-ravaged organs wouldn't help a transplant patient.

I look forward to reading your story, then I'll thank karma for the payoff.