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.)
Jack was a drag queen that ran around with our group. When JD and his girlfriend Janice got married, she wore one of Jack’s wedding gowns. Jack said, “Fr. Dave! That's my boyfriend! If he gives you any trouble let me know and I'll whip his little ass.” That was the last time I ever went to a Catholic Mass. For the next 10 years I avoided God at all cost. Then one day sitting in an ultrasound room with my wife I saw my son bouncing around in her womb. At that moment I decided I had to find out if God was real or not. I called the only person I knew that knew God, Danny Loesch.