Years ago, in San Francisco, my friend Patricia was commissioned to paint some outdoor plywood walls that surrounded an art space’s expansion construction. Patricia created these cool murals of silhouettes of shadowy, featureless people.

Then someone came by and spraypainted glasses on each face. Although Patricia was a little bummed that her work was vandalized, we all had to admit it was pretty funny.

Cut to Ventura, California, last week. This is the closed-up box office of our improv theatre. The figures are stenciled on, based on the graphic identity I created for the theatre.

But wait, what’s that pink blob?

That’s the face of Travis, one of our regular performers, cut from a flyer.

This is an inside job, clearly. I may have to take this imaginary case to an improv private dick.