I run, panicked. I was still trapped by my mother. Unless there is a miracle, my father will kill me at night. I'm running, the horizon is moving away and hell is approaching with a big slap, with a glass of wine in one hand. My mother is angry all the time. Against bad weather, against men in general, although "men in general" seem to be very much like her daddy and mine. She is angry at many things, but especially against me. I never really knew why. It's obviously my fault, it can not be otherwise. I am very bad at school. Since Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD) does not yet exist, my mother believes that I try to drive her crazy and honestly, sometimes, that's what I would believe in her place. With The Time of the Lords, Dan Bigras offers the raw, touching and exciting account of these views of the world that have made him the spokesman of the forgotten, the broken.