Whodunit?

By MIKE MILIARD  |  March 18, 2009

You've had a very interesting life, and you've paid the price for a lot of what you've done. Talk about this "code" you live by.

MC: The code is, for lack of a better purpose, y'know, it's a basic good outlaw code. You try not to hurt somebody. You try not to take a personal collection from someone that would hurt them dramatically. You try to go through life helping people who are less fortunate than you when you can. And that ranges from giving a bum on the street a $20 bill to . . . let's see, I've never really been involved in any magnitude to any uh . . . however I do donate to the cancer fund and people, to ovarian cancer and things of that nature. You try to help those people wherever you can. On the other hand, you live an outlaw code that involves taking money, preferably from institutions that are insured or they will ultimately get back whatever you take in return for reward. And so it's an outlaw code.

JS: And also in terms of inflicting physical harm on people.

MC: Oh, that's totally beyond my realm. I not only don't condone that kind of behavior, I but I disavow and have violently opposed that kind of behavior. Because I have in the past known people who were very violent toward people. In my own right, I have my own reputation. I can be a very capable guy in regards to violence. However, I've always directed my violence toward someone who was gonna be violent toward me, or who was gonna be violent toward a friend. I've never had any sense of regard for bullies. Bullies with a badge or bullies who came up in high school. Or bullies who were in prison.

I got that probably from my grandfather on my mother's side. Although my father was certainly a kindhearted man and a man's man and never liked bullies, it was my mother's father who, heh heh, I remember as a kid, just a little kid, I had done something to a neighbor — I think had shot a BB gun into his yard — and he came over and grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and dragged me back to my house. And my grandfather decked the guy. He used to be a boxer! He wasn't a boxer professionally, but in college he had boxed. And he was a tough little guy. It was probably a combination of that and my father's integrity where I just never liked bullies. I was small in stature, but I was always involved in martial arts and wrestling and weightlifting and things like that, so I was a physical little guy. And so I never backed down from a fight.

My first real run-in with the law, excluding my escapade up in Maine, involved a cop up in Revere who was an MDC cop, and he just was not a nice guy. He was just the opposite of what I was accustomed to. The cops I knew in Milton were essentially kind-hearted guys, you had good guys and bad cops, but the aggressive cops were always gossiped out by the good cops. It was like a Mayberry kind of mentality back then in Milton. And even up in Maine, back then those guys were kind-hearted souls. I went to great efforts not to hurt the guy when I assaulted the sheriff on the cliff over the river. And then when I put the other sheriff in the jail, I went out of my way not to hurt the guy. In return, I don't really think they tried to hurt me. In fact, I know they didn't.

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