Herbert Huncke was a Times Square hustler and junkie who hung out with all the Beats in the '40s and is supposedly the one who got Kerouac thinking about spontaneous writing. Not counting Gregory Corso's poems, before I read "Go" this was my favorite book from that scene. It's very practical, telling all the hard knocks Huncke received backstage over the years as a sensitive, habitual mooch, told without any literary pretense, with a timeless, streetwise intelligence.