A really odd thing happened to me a while back. I was at the Cape Comic Convention back in April and I got to talking to a friend I hadn't seen in a while. As he was talking, he mentioned seeing one of my paintings hanging in a tattoo shop. I gave him a puzzled look, not knowing what he was talking about, unsure how one of my paintings was hanging there. " I know it was one of yours," he said "it had your signature on it from '87,it had little squares with shadows." Suddenly I knew how one of my paintings could end up there. It was apparently a painting I had done in my painting class when I was in college at Southeast Missouri State. I had to go see it. After the convention closed for the day, my girlfriend Malinda and I went to go investigate. We drove down Broadway until we saw the tattoo parlor, right next to the dollar store. I entered and looked around, and there it was, like one of my prodigal children, hanging on the wall. As soon as I saw it I remembered it. I hadn't seen it in over twenty years, probably since soon after I'd painted it. I must have given it to some one of my friends, who must have parted ways with it some time later. I talked to the lady who bought it, and, much to my dismay, she told me how much she paid for it...five dollars. Crap! I remember the canvas I painted it on cost me ten dollars. On the bright side, she liked it so much she based the whole decor of her store on it. I must admit that made me feel much better, in fact it went straight to my head. I would like to remember who got that painting from me. If anyone out there has any idea, please let me know. I'll make it worth your while.