Down the bleak ravaged stretch of road that lies smack in the middle of Gary, Indiana, "murder capital of the world," there is the Badlands. Lording over it is the maestro of the unrefined. Swallow him whole, Make no mistake. There is no other Roy Boy. After spotting his first tattoo, a careening search for self-expression began. Time and again he rose from the ashes. Premier tattoo artist. Animal tamer. Photographer. Musician. Producer. Writer. Videographer. Racecar driver. Flack. In his domain he is a mythified presence, an outlaw with special dispensation to freely walk tigers and pythons down lawless streets.