tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23907347326701270662011-04-21T19:52:42.865-07:00Elissonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06299361897381169534noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390734732670127066.post-38422450568209639522007-02-07T20:30:00.000-08:002007-02-07T21:16:55.626-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3979/69/1600/Chocolate%20Angel%20Pie.jpg"><img border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3979/69/400/Chocolate%20Angel%20Pie.jpg" border="0" alt="Pie"></a><br /><br />Jeremy loved pie.<br /><br />Jeremy loved pie with a white-hot passion.<br /><br />No birthday cake for <em>him</em>. It had to be pie, only pie.<br /><br />Dutch Apple. Mince. Blueberry. Rhubarb. Pumpkin. Coconut Custard. Steak and Kidney. Chicken Pot. If it was a pie, Jeremy would seek it out and devour it.<br /><br />But pies were expensive. Fillings and crust cost money, which Jeremy had in short supply. Eventually, to support his pie habit, Jeremy turned to crime.<br /><br />During a botched heist at Entenmann’s, two hostages died in a hail of bullets. Jeremy was arrested and convicted.<br /><br />His last meal? Pie, of course. <em>Cyanide</em> pie.<br /><br /><br />Listen:<br /><br /><a title="Victrolette.jpg" href="http://odeo.com/show/8164603/4/download/Pie-EyedJeremy.mp3" target="_blank"><img src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m313/elisson1/Miscellaneous/Victrolette.jpg" border="0"/></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390734732670127066-3842245056820963952?l=elissonpodcast.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Elissonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06299361897381169534noreply@blogger.com1