boroughs, one of my heroes. he came to tangier shortly after shooting his wife to death in a drunken accident in mexico city. he was a heroin addict, a homosexual, and an inspiration. he was not a hipster. there was nothing beetnik about him. he was a somewhat stuffy, well-dressed st. louis son of a good family. 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 michael jordan, searingly critical, satirical, 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, hasheef,