My name is Beans of the North East. Today, I found a pie on a little ledge outside of the Hawthorne Freddy's and thought it was from some kind of nonprofit that leaves pie around town for homeless people to take. I felt bad at first, but I was mildly hungry and very moneyless. I slipped it into my coat pocket, and there it stayed while I performed at the Hawthorne Theater with my band, Yhadigh. If you know who we are, you were probably one of the many fans in the crowd this evening. I think I counted five of you, but the lights were in my eyes, so who knows. Anyway, on the walk home from the theater, after my front bike tire popped, my phone died and it resumed raining, I figured the chocolate pie would cheer me up. But I also figured it could be poisoned, so I didn't eat it. I ended up calling our good friend Ed and leaving a message. He called me back immediately and explained that he had delivered the very pie I was holding to a guy outside of Powell's earlier that day. If you are that guy, thanks for forgetting/discarding your pie. It tastes amazing! If you aren't that guy, I highly recommend Pie to the People for all your pie needs. I also recommend eating food that you find laying around suspiciously. Then again, It might have been poisoned after all and I may not wake up tomorrow. Regardless, it was a great pie. Thanks Ed!