Nyder's Journal: okay, i'm pissed off

I'm so pissed off today, it's driving me crazy.

It started a few weeks ago. See, I'm currently jobless and homeless. I manage to get a little work fixing peoples computer, mostly word of mouth, but I do put fliers up around and get work from that. I have a prepaid cellur phone. Well, a few weeks ago, after I got done being paid for some work I did, I went strolling down broadway (I live in Seattle), to do some shopping. I was walking down the street when 2 of Seattle shittiest, I mean, fineist, police told me I was reportedly doing suspicious narcotic activities. Okay, i'm on methadone, and I smoke weed. I'm Urine Tested at least once a month, and needless to say, they are clean. And I know they weren't talking about me smoking weed somewhere, because when they emptied my pockets (which by the way, they just started to right away, didn't ask or anything) and found my weed pipe, and my small bowl of weed, they didn't say anything about that being the "narcotics" I was doing. So, I get the usual 3rd degree from these people, I tell them the truth because I have nothing to hide. They don't believe me. They are sure I'm there person because supposedly I was ID'd. I ended up having a warrent from Nov 2003, some court date that I didn't get in the mail (which was returned, when I went to court, they said it had got returned and then release me on PR). So I keep asking what this is about, since I was dong any "suspious narcotic activities" like they claim. They said it was my stupidy. really, that's why Seattle police department requires an IQ of 32.

an Office Curtis Gerry tells me that I can't smoke weed and me on methadone, that it's against they're rules and that he's going to get me kicked off. I told him which clinic I went to so he would be sure to get it right.

Anyways, in the car on the way to the East Precinct, one of the cops told me it was about arson. "That I was doing drugs behind someones house, they came out and yelled and chased me away, I got revenge by burning down his truck."
That they have the matched with my fingerprints on it. I just started laughing. They wanted to know what was so funny. first, I said, I don't ever use matches for anything, and second, you people are so stupid that it amazes me you can hold a job. I then asked what time this happened at, which he said 11:30. Since from 11:20 to 12:00 I was at a computer shop, chatting with the workers there (it's where I met the person I did work for at). So I told lame-ass, I mean, office Gerry to call.

So I'm in a waiting cell for about an hour, before they come to take me down to the jail. The officer Gerry said, I guess you were right, they don't care if you smoke weed at the methadone clinc. The loser tried to get me kicked off the program, can you believe that? Here is a guy who's suppose to protect the public, and he's trying to get someone who's getting their life together after having some bad times, trying to get me kicked off the one program that is doing me good.
But on top of that, they kept my cell phone, and decided to put it in evidence. It's either in under Narcotics investiagtion, or under investigation of stolen computer. I've been told both by different people at the police department.

I use that phone to take money, legally. And i'm really screwed because I have to get the officer to release it and i'm not sure what to do. What is my legal rights? Not to mention i'm poor and homeless who'd love to get a lawyer and sue, sue, sue, or at least just get my property back.

So i'm stuck trying to figure out what exactly to do. if anyone reads this, and defiently knows an answer, please comment back.

If anyone has a job for me, I'd love it.
I know my way around computers, hardware mainly, software very good.

later.