Every so often I slip out of the office and grab some lunch at Panera Bread. There’s a regular there, with a strong resemblance to Frank Black. While I doubt very much it is Frank Black, it pleases me to pretend otherwise, and picture the erstwhile Pixies singer hanging out in a chain restaurant in Quincy doing… well I haven’t figured out that part of my imaginary story yet.

Of course it’s him. He’s getting down with the Q Town folks and finding out how to get in good and find good times. Perhaps he’s even writing his own book. Or he’s working for the man to relive himself of the debt he has incurred due to some odd twist of fate or…some such thing.