Entry: maybe someday this will be over Tuesday, August 10, 2004



Well it's been a while since I have written in here.  I moved in with my parents, which sucks.  But it would appear I was not going to get a job where I was living.  At least they have a big house.  I was working for them for a while.  I worked at their store while they took vacations.  I don't like living here, my grandmother is living here and she's pretty out of it.  She thinks my laptop is a musical instrument, and pretty much can't do anything herself.  She doesn't even know what state she is in.  I did find a job, I started last week.  It's not a good job, I have to get my record expunged before I can get a real job.  Even though there is no conviction or anything it is keeping me from getting a job.  My job entails lifting wood into peoples trucks all day long and the company doesn't do breaks and does not have a break room.  My feet are bleeding from it and they hurt like hell.  I'm not used to running around on my feet from 7:30 in the morning till 5pm everyday.  I'm having reserveations about the attorney I am using to sue the man who made up that story to the police.  I don't think he's agressive enough.  I lost my small claims suit against my landlord.  The judge said my claim had legal merits however I was unable to prove it.  They sent that half mexican half black idiot to represnet housing.  He has since quit working there for 90k a year for a job making 144k a year.  I feel sorry for the county that hired him to run their housing program.  They are going to regeret hiring him.  I think I have been depressed lately.  I think a big part of it is that my feet are killing me and every muscle is hurting me.  If that man hadn't made up the story to the police, the police hadn't performed an illegal search, then they hadn't gone on the news and repeated his story I would have a decent job.  My feet wouldn't be hurting me, and I wouldn't be living here.  He's skewed the whole course of my life.  Then they are wanting me to pay his legal fees if I lose.  It's my word against his, but I don't think I can just let it go. He's cost me thousands, and if I win it won't really matter I will be never be made whole again.  But if I win it will be like someone agreeing that he wronged me.  I realize it will never clear my name, the stigma of what he accused me with will be around forever.  But if I was to win I might feel better.  I guess that's about it.  I drove 45 miles each way to a neighboring town to get something notorized and have my fingerprints taken for an expungement of my arrest record.  All at my expense of course.  There has been so many things like that... 10 bucks in gas, 5 bucks to have the fingerprints taken and 1.50 to mail it.  Plus the wear and tear on my car and the entire afternoon spent messing with it.  I bet I have incurred a thousand dollars in little expenses like that in the last year.  I have to be up at 7:30 tomorrow, doing my shitty job,  because I was fired from a decent one, because of what one man said.  I am going to write  a letter back to my attorney tonight to let him know that I want him to press forward.  I don't care if the oppsoing attorney says he will make a credible witness. He was on perscription morphine while he was hitting on me in his little office.  Well  I guess thats about it. 
   

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