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

The dark blue Rolls-Royce Cullinan rolled back in front of Tommy, the young girl who had previously tried to intimidate him by lifting her shirt now crawled from the driver's seat to the passenger's, curling up in a ball, looking at Tommy in terror as he stood still drinking Coke.


Tommy tossed away the empty Coke, and spoke earnestly to the frightened girl, "Don't worry, girl, I'm not a human trafficker, nor am I a gangster."


The girl's tears had ruined her makeup, leaving two black streaks down her face as she looked at Tommy tremulously, unsure of what to say.


Chapter 6: The Devil Never Repents