A spoonful of the past

He had received the most lavish praises, and he had harvested the nastiest curses.
He was a guy whose every vein pulsed with defiance.
He was a white boy who could never become a celebrity.
He was a youth from the countryside in the eyes of the masses.
He was Tommy Hawk.
He had been reborn.
Welcome to the story that tells of the American Dream in the first half and the American nightmare in the second.
Let's invite Tommy Hawk to take the stage, in the winter of 2022.

America 1982

When Stephen heard Tommy's words, his first reaction was astounded, "Dude, you talk about this stuff with women in bed, and they don't find you boring? Having to discuss work-related topics while sleeping with you..."


"Lastly, the information shows that in her first year in New York, she played the leading role in a play at an off-Broadway theater." Ignoring Stephen's teasing, Tommy stated the third reason:


"I guess you've never slept with a Broadway actress, or none of your girlfriends liked to understand Broadway."


"Indeed, I haven't, I prefer the art of cinema," Stephen looked at Tommy.


Tommy flicked his cigarette ash and then glanced at his flashy ride:


Chapter 37: Never Trust the American Dream_2