white whale

in the following order: russian river, the backside of safeway, my bedroom, anna's car. The poor Honda had sat for a couple months through the winter. When she opened it for the first time yesterday, we found that it had a serious mold problem. Indeed, the moldly insurgents has declared a jihad on every speck of micro-organic material in her precious auto. The interior has thus exploded in an napalm-esque orgy of fuzzy blues greens and whites. My Toyota was spared a similar fate only through the good fortune of completely breaking down mechanically. It has since been towed like a critically wounded soldier from the damp, dank, lightless war zone of Park Ave.