homosexual and an inspiration to those protohipsters who became to be known as the beats. burroughs, however, was not a hipster. there was nothing beatnik about him. he was a somewhat stuffy, well-dressed son of a st. louis 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 humored searingly critical and satirical and profane masterpiece. burroughs was apparently high for much of the process on heroin or locally valuable available prescriptionian opiate. of course, the daily staple of many in these part, hash sheesh, kish a h and madune.