The Undertakings of Bret Lawless: This Mouth Can't Be Washed

“You know, I’ve been cussing a lot. I’ve also been riding my trike while chewing bubble gum and sipping on juices boxes when mom told me not to. Damn, I’ve even shot a Red-Rider BB-Gun at a pop-can once or twice. What Cathy hates though — beg my pardon — I mean what mom dislikes, is my swearing.”

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The Undertakings of Bret Lawless: Spelling with Vinegar

Grandma wasn’t having that though. After minutes of nagging and nagging she grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me down the hall. “You think you can get through life without writing your name do you? Well you can’t. Not in Bermuda and not here in Canada, and remember both of your ‘T’s’ this time Brett.”

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Silently Studying From the Sideline

I could complain about how hard I had it, but really, who the hell cares? I sure as hell don't want to hear it again. So what this is about is fascism at most. About the kids who stick out and take heat for it, and sadly adults at that. The cliques and the cliches. The ideas and the wrongful answers towards them. So sure, there will always be different religions, ethnic groups, and peoples overall taste in a personality.

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The Grady Tripp Lifestyle

Chabon creates this lifestyle for Grady Tripp that is quite reckless. Tripp's life is loaded with drinking, drugs, sexual affairs, and a couple of dead animals even come into play. Quite a wild ride really. This all sounds like a great party and I'm sure it is for those who live this way. Chabon is really not that far off from a certain writing lifestyle that he portrays. It is not exactly your typical writing lifestyle, at least not in the era we are in today, but yes, there have been and will be more outlaw type writers. The Grady Tripp writing lifestyle definitely seems to be a dying breed, but I am positive that there are great writers out there with these issues that just haven't been noticed yet.

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Why I Write

When I was a child I recall writing in a small journal. On the cover was a picture of a few dolphins and some water bubbles floating about. Every 20 pages in this journal, the colour of the page itself would change. The first section was pink, then green, and then blue. I never made it into the green section. This little journal was my first book to write in.

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