“My memories from this period are often nebulous. They bend and warp like clouds caught between two fronts. A lot of terrible things happened to me that I try not to remember, but I was a child, I was innocent, and I used to be happy sometimes. ” Excerpt From: Life of a Bastard Vol. 1 By Damien Black” Coming Of AgeFoster CareSpanish HarlemLife Of A Bastard Book:Life of a Bastard Source: Life of a Bastard