Riding the Weird Train

William Burroughs would’ve loved this town. Walking around the area of Kottbusser Tor, I think sometimes I’ve walked right into Naked Lunch. It’s got the obscenity, the freaks, the superfreaks, the rain-streaked bleakness, junkies, literate junkies, stupid junkies, romantic junkies and the cornucopia of psychotropic offerings to support them, each user his own self-proclaimed prophet of ancient ap...