Pim Comic Strip

How I came to write Pim
People often ask how I came to write Pim. It seems like a thousand years since I discovered Pim, or that Pim discovered me. Thankfully I kept detailed notes and saved photos from that time. While I can’t swear to the absolute accuracy of what you are about to read, I have done my best to capture the essence of how Pim entered my life.

Feeling a certain responsibility for the accident, Pim and Bim had their Harley Davidson reconfigured into a convalescent home for harmed albatross.

Bim and Pim pulled over to discover they had run over the Well-Dressed Albatross, on his way to see Pagliacci at the Bellas Artes. Thankfully Ukifune was crossing the street at the time and had just earned her gold level badge in Albatross care.

The Well-Dressed Albatross passed out from drink and had to be carried down to his suite. As Brad couldn’t afford the hotel, he had no choice but to wander the streets of Tlalpan where he ran into Pim and Bim (who are always happy to give anyone a ride anywhere on their Harley.)

From the balcony of a three star Marriott in Tlalpan—comfortable yet affordable at her Bonvoy rate—Millicent observed the fellowship of Brad and The Well-Dressed Albatross at a neighbouring rooftop. It irked her. Much as gods are said to be irked by the fellowship of mortals.

After the interview, Millicent followed Brad into a labyrinth of condemned housing projects and bankrupt transit lines. Knowing that no good comes of spare time, Millicent spent hers scrutinizing those who fell below her standards.

Unemployed once again, Brad sought work as a Quantity Surveyor for an architectural firm. He’d stopped being surprised at how the past was always returning to him.

Millicent Pinchbeck didn’t think much of the Ghouls, who were trying to remain fit in a horizontal environment.

Brad had outrun the ghouls hours ago and they were now relaxing over cappuccinos. The ghouls had noticed Brad while practicing for a parkour championship and having never seen anyone so nimble and swift they simply wanted to ask him about his training techniques.

Brad ran until he found himself on a desolate moor, beneath a foreboding sky. And knew not whether the ghouls were still on his tail.

Brad recalled Clive’s lecture on the paradoxes of Zeno. The ghouls would have to narrow the distance between themselves and Brad by half. And then by half again. And the divisions by half would extend to infinity. Thus the ghouls would never reach him.