shooting his wife to death in a drunken accident in mexico city. he was a heroin addict, a homosexual, and an inspiration. to the protohipsters who came to the known as the beats. he was, however, thought a hipster. there was nothing beetnik about him. he was a somewhat stuffy, well-dressed st. louis son of a good family. gone wrong. he was also, to my mind, the greatest writer of the whole damn bunch. on the road, you can have it. his classic "naked lunch" was written here. a nonlinear, dark, dry-hue critical, is a tatic's and profane masterpiece. boroughs was apparently high for much of the process. on heroin or a locally available prescription. and of course, the daily staple of many in these parts, hashish,