Mine is of one of the greatest and most controversial authors of the 20th century, William S. Burroughs, who shot is wife while presumably playing a game of William Tell. Known for having penned the classic Naked Lunch, which sparked in the United States a huge censorship debate before the courts, he is also one of those figures central to the Beats movement of the 50s, which, though most often centered on Jack Kerouac and Allan Ginsberg, did not begin or end there. No disrespect to either Kerouac (whom I acknowledge and salute as a contributing member, without any great enthusiasm) or Ginsberg (who was essential in the idea, but also too hesitant and scared to truly break free of this shackles), neither could have carried the full weight and meaning of the movement without such a father figure as William Burroughs, who trudged along unbeaten paths with nay a bead of sweat on his crazed, pioneering forehead and never a doubt in his weird and brilliant mind... I have kept his avatar since my early hotmail days and plan on using him as an ideal for as long as I can. A great man to look up to, in my esteem.