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.

As the movie mysteriously returned to the screen, the Well-Dressed Albatross gazed in horror at Brad’s fate.

As the Teatro had emptied out and the movie was unpleasant, Brad shut the projector off. This caused the celluloid to melt and in trying to fix the problem Brad was absorbed into the movie.

Minutes into the movie children began crying and adults began screaming and everyone fled the Teatro. Everyone that is but the Well-Dressed Albatross, who awoke to an empty theatre half-way through.

Brad returned to Quanahuac with a copy of ‘The Cameraman’s Revenge’ by Władysław Starewicz (subtitled in Polish), a movie Pim and Bim assured him would go over well with audiences as it was a particular favourite of theirs.

Brad found a store that sold old movies and that was being managed by Pim and Bim (who are so eager to try new things that, really, you might find them doing almost anything).

Having no films to show at the Teatro Morelos, Brad made his way to Mexico City to acquire some. Thankfully the journey passed without incident.

Brad discovered the letter from Mr. Love Jr. and read it to the Well-Dressed Albatross. The Well-Dressed Albatross had a proposition for Brad.

Having acquired an unexpected protégé, Mr. Love Jr. relinquished his tenuous hold on cinema. Leaving Brad a note with cursory instructions for maintaining the Teatro, Mr. Love Jr. awaited the bus out of Quanahuac to embark on a career in physiotherapy for pets.

As the Teatro Morelos had only one patron that afternoon, Mr. Love Jr. screened a film that he himself—infused with the confidence in auteurship so characteristic of young cinephiles—had made years earlier.

Brad still hadn’t deduced that this was the same Mr. Love Jr. whose theatre he’d enjoyed during his student days, when he was studying the psychology of dogs that had harmed.