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

Now they were passing through a gorge, with sheer cliffs on both sides, birds of prey circling in the sky, and as the car entered, the various animals along both sides of the gorge were disturbed, occasionally running and jumping beside the road, a fleeting glimpse.


"Not bad, he and my mom divorced, and they each started new families, but he still cares a lot about me, I call him a few times a year to say hello, he's a blues singer, performing at a bar in our hometown in Ohio, he can sing a lot of classic old songs, I've been held by him on stage singing since I can remember," Jenny said, "After growing up, I left for California to look for a job and to fall in love, and then I started to contact them less and less. My childhood wasn't devoid of my parents' company, they divorced when I was sixteen, because my mom didn't want to keep living the same life in our hometown, she wanted to move to a big city."


Chapter 6: The Devil Never Repents_2