Through Town

Oil on Newspaper Covered Board

DESCRIPTION

Driving through town, I mindlessly fall into a pattern stopping at each of the stop signs.

Halfway through the 5th or 6th intersection, the lights in my rearview alert me that the last intersection was a stoplight instead of a stopsign.

I throw my hands up, shake my head, and tell the officer to take me to jail. He laughs and sends me on my way.