So I was getting my chow on this afternoon at Five Guys Burger and Fries over on West End, where I spotted none other than '90s dark prince Trent Reznor mowin' down a sloppy, spooky double-cheeseburger. I hate to spoil the image that some of you might have of Reznor resting in a dark tomb until showtime, but the patron saint of fishnets and bad lyrics appeared to be just your average daywalker—and on Halloween no less. So if you make it out to the Sommet Center tonight and happen to notice the pig marching a little slower than usual, it's probably because he's still digesting or has heartburn. I know I still do. Now, for old time's sake, check out my favorite NIN video.