A dark, humid travelogue on the search for the doper's holy grail ayahuasca.

As Uncle Bill himself muses, maybe these letters, taken as a whole, are the real work.

The dying mob boss's goodbye babble to the world. An abiding fascination of Burroughs.

Honest Bill shows us around, his cracked Old South junk-scarred voice intoning imprecations and hallucinatory homilies while the Disposable Heroes et al funk it, jazz it and rock it up good.