In 1982 I was awarded a scholarship to Memphis College of Art (on my portfolio) this covered most of the cost of tuition. My brother Rick told me he would pay my living expenses. While there I decided to try and go back to church. One night I looked up the closest Catholic Church. To my amazement its name was “Sacred Heart” the same as the church I had gone to as a boy in Crystal City. I thought this must be a sign. The next morning I went to mass. It was a typical Mass, sort of dull but I felt good for going. I left and went to the hangout (my drawing and painting teacher JD Kelly's house) when I got there everyone looked at my clothes and asked, “Who died?” I told them I had gone to Mass. Jack Deal asked who said Mass and I told him, “I think his name was Fr. Dave.” (I can’t remember the priest’s actual name so I am using Dave.)