America 1982

In an abandoned warehouse near Lincoln High School near the municipal park, the rhythmless sound of musical instruments was coming out. Fortunately, the abandoned warehouse was far enough away from the main building of the school and covered by large trees, so there was no need to worry about this. Music that can only be classified as noise annoys the school teachers.

This abandoned warehouse was once the warehouse of the school's sailing club, and earlier it was the school's rifle club's firearms warehouse. However, first the rifle club was banned in 1973, and the sailing club was also disbanded a few years ago due to insufficient members. This site was completely destroyed. It was abandoned and became an exclusive activity place for high school students who did not want to join the school music club and tried to play rock music or other unique music.

Tommy Hawke pushed open the shabby door panel of the warehouse that was already mottled and covered with graffiti. His best friend, Dennis Herbs, the man of the year at Lincoln Middle School, wore a colorful hair tie on his forehead, a zipper on his body, and a leather skull. Exposed patterns and sharp rivets constitute a distinctive punk-style outfit. He is standing in the open space in the center of the warehouse, holding a bass in his hand and tuning it. Next to him, there are several others holding various instruments, each tuning. sound.

In another open space against the wall, several high school girls who put on smoky make-up, fishnet stockings, and nail polish of various weird colors sat on the floor with cigarettes in their mouths after school. They were obviously the girlfriends and music fans of these guys.

"Brad! Put down the damn banjo!" Dennis finished tuning the bass in his hand, took out the cigarette butt from his mouth, played it towards a companion next to him, and laughed loudly and cursed: "Your ancestors left behind This banjo is not for you to play! When your ancestors had sex with nigger women, the nigger husband of the nigger woman had to play the banjo next to her for fun! He kept this banjo in the hope that he would get married later. Let people imitate him and regain their glory! Instead of seeing a fucking slaveholding white man learning to play the banjo from a nigger slave! Seeing you like this, he might get up from the grave tonight so angry!”

"F*uk You! Dennis!" The companion gave Dennis the middle finger: "I'm going to do to you what my grandfather did to the nigger."

In Rhode Island, where black people account for only 3% of the total population, this kind of hell joke against black people is everywhere. Although waves of racial equality, opposition to racial discrimination, etc. are constantly emerging, this kind of wave is happening in other northern states where there are more black people. States may work, but there's clearly not enough nigger soil in Rhode Island.

In the state government reelection a few years ago, when Republican electors debated their rival Democratic candidates, a popular argument among white residents of Rhode Island was: "If you want to be neighbors with niggas, just vote for the Democrats. I respect your decision to identify as niggas."

This defense also allowed him to be successfully elected, because no white people here wanted to be neighbors with black people.

In fact, before Hawke traveled through time, the original Tommy used to be as bohemian as Dennis after school, playing musical instruments, picking up girls, and teasing black people. However, after time traveling, he changed his lifestyle.

"Look who's here, Tommy~ My dear buddy, come here and kiss my dick!" After Dennis teased his companions, he saw Tommy Hawke at the door, and he said loudly.

"I heard that you have become a famous figure. The principal's failure to expel you from school was the biggest mistake of his career, Dennis." Tommy Hawke took out a cigarette, lit it in his mouth, and said to Dennis with a smile.

Dennis nodded: "Even the private Holy Cross High School already knows my name, and their school's rock band even sent an invitation, hoping that I would attend their private concert next week, because they think I'm cool, man. I’m famous now.”

Holy Cross High School is a private high school in Providence. The students there are unlikely to get acquainted with the bad guys taught in what they consider to be public schools. Even they have invited them. This shows that what Dennis did is indeed a good thing. There was a lot of buzz in the state's high school circles.

"Where's Pam?"

"We are busy teaching our technology to more people." Dennis said: "You know, he never likes this kind of limelight."

"So you have a lot of connections now, huh?"

“All over Rhode Island.”

Tommy shrugged, "How about you do me a favor, Dennis, so I can get you an A on your math homework."

"Of course, no problem, I can take off my pants now, brother." Dennis said seriously.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and it wasn't until Dennis laughed loudly that they realized that this guy was joking with Tommy.

Dennis said to Tommy: "Listen, if you also want to go to Holy Cross High School next week, I can take you there. It is said that there are some very beautiful girls in that high school..."

"It has nothing to do with women. I need you to go with me to meet a man." Tommy Hawke, who was wearing casual clothes, held a cigarette in his mouth and said to Dennis with a smile: "But don't worry, you don't need to take off your pants."

…

In East Greenwich, Hugh Spade returned to his rented apartment, threw the drugs in his pocket on the table, and then lazily sat on the sofa and stared at the drugs in a trance.

In fact, he discovered this problem when he was in the car. These things could indeed be sold for dozens of yuan, but who should he sell them to? Without buyers, there is no way to cash out.

"I should give it back to that damn bitch the next time I see her, and then let her sell it and give the money to myself." Hugh Spade took a sip of beer, leaned on the sofa and thought for a while, and finally thought of it. A good solution.

He has the negatives of Melonie's photos. When that guy actually joins the school and becomes a teacher, he will become his own cow. Every month, he will withdraw from Melonie the amount of child support that the Child Protection Bureau debits from his salary account. No matter how much Ni took in her hand, that woman owed her this. If she hadn't exposed what she had done, she might have been married now and was enjoying a happy married life.

Ring ring ring, ring ring ring.

The phone rang, and Hugh Spade stood up and walked over to pick up the receiver: "This is Hugh Spade."

"Hello, Mr. Spade." Tommy Hawke's voice rang on the other side of the phone: "I heard from my landlady that you took something that didn't belong to you."

"Boy, it's none of my business. That woman owes me. She lost your things. You can go find her to settle the account and don't bother me." Hugh Spade heard that Melonie's high school was on the other side. Tenant Sheng smiled and said, "If there are no other problems, I will hang up."

Tommy Hawke's voice continued: "I advise you not to, because I saw a white Mercury with license plate number XKP629 parked in the parking space of Building B of Oak Apartments in East Greenwich. Is it your car?"

Hugh Spade's expression changed. He put the receiver next to the phone and walked quickly to the living room window. He looked out and saw the setting sun. A young man dressed in punk clothes was leaning in front of his car and smoking a cigarette. His eyes were always fixed on the window where he was. When he saw himself appearing, the young man waved to him and shouted:

"You must have received the call, sir? Can I go upstairs and see you?"

Hugh Spade walked back to the phone with a sullen face and picked up the receiver: "If you dare to damage my car, just wait for the police to come to the door."

"No, no, no, you misunderstood me, Mr. Spade, that guy is my customer, you took my goods, I can only ask him to come to you to get the goods, considering that I am now in Providence Si is busy with other things, so I hope you will do me a favor, don't let my customers lose, and protect them for me. Those medicines can be regarded as a gift from me to you. You can keep the money he paid you, But, only this time." After Tommy Hawke finished speaking, he hung up the phone: "Then, when I'm done, I'll talk business with you."

Hugh Spade put down the phone receiver and stared at the phone for two minutes. He suddenly picked up the phone and dialed the information desk number: "Help me check the registered address of a phone number."

"Sir, this phone number belongs to the Providence Paradise Strip Club." On the other side of the phone, the receptionist gave the answer in a sweet voice.

"Ring ring ring~" At this time, the doorbell also rang outside the door.

Hugh Spade looked at the medicines on the table, then at the doorbell that kept ringing, and fell into silence.