![]() ![]() Maybe he's over in the other seat behind the steering wheel. For 30 years, he’s found a home in chronicling the obscure, and sometimes tragic, lives of everyday people through song and text: self-destructive spouses, washed-up wrestlers, drug-dealer running backs, babies born in motel rooms. Maybe he's not locked up in the back at all: he could be riding in the passenger seat, like a dog, just sitting and staring out the open window, looking around, checking everybody out. At heart, John Darnielle is a goth elder captivated by Chaucer and improv troupes. ![]() Maybe whoever's kept him wears a mechanic's jumpsuit and some sunglasses, and he hasn't fed the great wolf for weeks, cruising the streets of the city at night, and the wolf's crazy with hunger now he can't even think. And then the van stops somewhere, maybe, and somebody gets out and walks around the side to the back and grabs hold of the handle and flings the doors open wide. ![]() Maybe he's sound asleep, or maybe he's just pretending. Maybe he's in the far back, pacing back and forth, circling, the pads of his huge paws raw and cracking, his thick, sharp claws dully clicking against the raised rusty steel track ridges on the floor. ![]() And I thought, maybe he's real, this wolf, and he's really out there in a white van somewhere, riding around. “But at that moment all I could see was the wolf in the white van, so alive, so strong. If that doesnt work, there may be a network issue, and you can use our self test page to see whats preventing the page from loading. ![]()
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