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

"Me? Fuck!" Glen glared at Dennis with rage in his eyes.


Dennis looked confused, "Why are you so angry?"


"Dennis, you motherfucker ask me to be collateral and then you have the goddamn nerve to ask me why the fuck I'm so angry?" Glen stared at Dennis as if he were an alien, "This isn't West Point Military Academy, nor is it Turkey where I can safely find my way back to the base if I get lost. This is fucking Lebanon!"


"What about it? Lebanon is the goddamn arsehole of the Earth! The dirtiest, smelliest, shittiest place!" Glen laughed mockingly at Dennis's innocence, "In a country where Israel invades the south, Syria controls the north, and various armed forces are still fighting a civil war inside! You want me to be a hostage for armed terrorists? I have no fucking idea which organization my informant is from, whether his allegiance is pro-Israel, pro-Iran, or pro-Syria."


"I believe they share our faith, faith in the portrait of Franklin," Dennis said.


Chapter 143: Multiple-Choice Questions in Political Science