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

At the Marshall Country Club in Los Angeles, Tommy carefully selected a golf club.


Wearing the same uniform as Tommy and with his hands on his hips, Al Gore lightly remarked while looking into the undulating greens ahead, "Do you know how the scandal of Clinton only visiting whites-only golf clubs when he was governor came to light?"


"It doesn't matter, he's already dealt with it, hasn't he? He's quite popular among those black folks now, who the hell cares if he absolutely wouldn't be caught dead on the same golf course as black people in the past?" Tommy, having chosen a club, swung it twice in his hand as he spoke.


Al Gore looked at Tommy and laughed, "Because he's stingy with tips. The guy always thinks that his ugly mug can take women to cloud nine."


Chapter 124: Shooting Oneself