So there's the best car wash in all of brooklyn, and maybe the world, becasue I've been to a lot of them. It's on McGuiness just before or after Driggs. Five dollars for four old men, if they are open. The two oldest wave wands at the truck spraying out antifreeze colored cleaner. They treat me like I've been there before, assuming I know the routine. I'm dazed by the baby blue cardigan, which refuses to sit on the couch in a stale quiet house this morning. Maybe too early for the OTB on Manhattan Ave. "You got to pay me honey, wha you think ehh?" More spraying, a house broom is pushed half across the hood. The track takes the wheel of my truck, I'm comanded to put it in neutral, foot off the break. My truck is hit by a giant shaking living room carpet from above. Huge thick strips of it. And another, probably the dining room rug. Massive movements of wet dirty soap, hit my car, a car sized version of snapping gym towels. Then the cylintrical brushes take the sides of the truck, shaking me, I began to laugh. In the middle of all this, to the left, there is a giant office window. It's beautifully lit, it's beautiful. It's just lit like an office. It's just an office in this commicial off track johnny, five dallas through the crack of my green winda, this contraption is going to rip off my antenna and I don't care, because I just found the window. The wardrobe of windows. The beautifulest, no one will ever know it's to another world window in the middle of this carwash!