You’re Michael Proctor, simply one other corrupt cone head cop from Canton, and also you’re questioning why you and up to now solely you have got been singled out to be the patsy, the autumn man within the failed Karen Learn body up.
Of all of the jammed-up Keystone Kops in Norfolk County, how come you’re the one one which’s not getting paid?
You weren’t even on the demise home at 34 Fairview Highway that morning, you simply tried to do your fellow cop thugs a stable by wanting the opposite means, and that is what occurs to you.
Suspended… with out pay.
You’re Michael Proctor, and your bent bosses within the Norfolk County district legal professional’s workplace are each underneath investigation by the Inside Affairs unit of the Mass State Police… however they’re nonetheless fortunately slurping on the trough.
The DA they “work” for, Meatball Morrissey, even simply received a pay increase, from $191,000 to $223,000.
You’re Michael Proctor, and whenever you received knee-walking drunk with fats Canton PD detective Kevin Albert and drove round bleep-faced in your MSP cruiser, it wasn’t you who misplaced his gun and badge – it was Kevin Albert.
So now Kevin Albert is suspended, however he’s nonetheless getting paid — $176,388 final 12 months.
In Canton, they don’t even name it a suspension, it’s “paid administrative leave,” key phrase: paid.
Then there’s Kevin Albert’s brother, thug Boston cop Brian Albert, on whose entrance garden the physique was discovered.
Proctor gave Brian Albert leaving alone, didn’t even go inside his home, misspelled everyone’s names within the studies, didn’t inquire about their lacking vicious canine, refused to interview any witness who may dispute the narrative — all to cowl for Albert and all the remainder of the “McAlberts.”
Brian was allowed to retire from the BPD, and is now pocketing a kiss within the mail of $101,797.32 a 12 months.
Then there’s Brian Higgins, the drunkard ATF agent – so shady he needed to testify on the trial together with his prison lawyer standing beside him.
Like the opposite Brian, Higgins destroyed his mobile phone the day earlier than the courtroom issued a preservation order. Higgins is driving the pine at ATF, however he’s… nonetheless… getting… paid.
You’re Michael Proctor, and as a educated sleuth, you start to note a sample right here.
You’ve been arrange, railroaded, frolicked to dry such as you’re Karen bleepin’ Learn or someone.
Now you’re sweltering in your crappy little ranch home in Canton.
Your dumpy spouse Lizzie is providing you with the evil eye as a result of the cash’s working out and even Jill Daniels and her aged boyfriend are nonetheless flush sufficient to be guzzling doubles down in Falmouth, singing their favourite Elton John music, “Saturday Night’s Alright for Fighting.”
You’re Michael Proctor, and all of it leaves a nasty style in your mouth, such as you’ve simply had two slices of mushroom pizza from Jailbird Chris Albert’s D&E Pizza.
You’re questioning in case your outdated boss, Meatball Morrissey, is having his annual summer season barbecue on the Adams Inn in North Quincy, and in that case, why your invitation has been misplaced within the mail.
You’re eager about possibly catching up in your studying, beginning with the novel “Pop. 1280” by Jim Thompson, a few crooked sheriff.
You open the guide, and also you get goose bumps as you lip-read this paragraph:
“I had it made and it looked like I could go on having it made as long as I minded my own business and didn’t arrest no one unless I just couldn’t get out of it and they didn’t amount to nothin’.”
You throw the guide down as a result of that’s your life story the man is writing.
You’re Michael Proctor and also you knew the foundations in Norfolk County – by no means, ever arrest anyone with any dough, particularly if they arrive from Marina Bay.
And don’t lug no person from Wellesley, Brookline, or Milton both – at the very least not until they stay near the Dairy Freeze or on the Mattapan line.
Dammit, you miscalculated that Karen Learn didn’t quantity to nothin’ – that’s why you have been measuring her for the body.
However it turned out Karen Learn had… gone to school. And never considered one of them Trooper Paul GED group faculties such as you and everyone else within the State Police.
You’re Michael Proctor, and no surprise you wished Karen Learn to kill herself, her together with her bizarre Fall River accent and no ass.
And why did you ask the McAlberts for that bribe, er present?
All the nice trooper occasions you’re lacking this summer season – you didn’t get to go on the enjoyable highway journey with Sgt. Yuri to harass ladies in Walpole and Woburn, as he interrogated them in his damaged English in regards to the web, earlier than heading again to Canton to placed on some rubber gloves to mud these little rubber duckies for fingerprints that the McAlberts discovered outdoors D&E Pizza with “Colin Did It!” stamped on the bottoms.
No extra inverting movies for Michael Proctor.
No extra looking out Karen Learn’s cellphone for nudes.
Now you’re watching Lizzie repair dinner, and you already know it’s going to be the identical factor she’s been dishing as much as you each evening.
Sizzling tongue and chilly shoulder.
You’re Michael Proctor, and possibly you must drive right down to O’Reilly Auto Elements on Washington Road and purchase some tail lights.
Then take the tail lights into the storage and smash them into 45 or so items… at the very least then you definitely’d really feel such as you have been again doing one thing constructive once more.
You retain asking your self, why do dangerous issues preserve occurring to Proctors in Massachusetts.
John Proctor, hung as a witch in Salem in 1692…. Capt. William Proctor of the State Police, outed for mendacity on the Sacco and Vanzetti trial in 1921 that ended with the Italians’ execution on the state jail in Charlestown….
You’re Michael Proctor, and also you’re questioning when your individuals are lastly going to catch a break in Massachusetts.
You suppose again to all these different troopers he despatched obscene textual content messages to, like David DiCicco, and the way he texted again to you, “Bleep her bleep.”
And but DiCicco’s nonetheless getting paid.
You go searching for one thing else to learn, and you discover what Cadillac Frank Salemme (one other former Norfolk County thug) informed Mob hangers-on who didn’t concentrate after which ended up within the glue:
“Don’t play off like you’re some kind of abused hero. Sure you got screwed, so has everybody, that’s the life you chose. You want to be a gofer, that’s the price you pay. That’s the life, the proverbial street life….”
You’re Michael Proctor, and you’ll’t cease asking your self the recurring query:
Who’ve I received to commerce as much as the feds?
