The residents of Wilson, Wyoming, said Big Ray was no good, and he agreed.
“I’m no good,” he’d say while stomping a fellow citizen, or shooting a harmless animal. “Drunk or sober, I suck.”
The only thing the good folks of Wilson disagreed about was why Ray’s left pinky toe was bright blue. No one could miss it; he always went barefoot. (Not to mention shirtless.)
“Leave my goddamn toe alone,” Big Ray told anyone who asked just before he hit them—until an angry woman stomped on his toe and all that oozing evil drained away. He fell in love.