America 1982

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.

A spoonful of the past · Urban

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Chapter 13: Art is Priceless_2

Martin nodded, "Very well, you go arrange it, you have full authority to handle this."

Stanley handed the videotape to a black kid outside the door, smiling as he gave some change to the kid and gave a few instructions. The seven or eight-year-old black imp immediately ran off with the videotape, and Stanley then accompanied Martin into his home.

Upon opening the door, the living room was filled with six or seven black women seated around a round table, skillfully handling ten pounds per bag of marijuana on the table, with each small package being carefully weighed.

The leader was a kindly looking, corpulent black old lady. When she saw Martin come in, she subconsciously stood up, wiping her hands with her apron:

"Is this Mr. Hart?"

"Yes, Mama," Stanley said to the old lady, then introduced her to Martin, "This is my mother, everyone calls her Mrs. Jack."

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Jack, I'm Martin, Martin Hart," Martin said to the old lady with a smile.

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