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.

But is wasn’t a creditor. It was Ukifune. Having been dropped abruptly on Calle Galileo after Clive calculated that the cab ride was becoming long and expensive, she happily resumed selling her cookies.

Slim explained how to deal with the creditors and run the shop properly, all the while devouring the breakfast Gwyneth had made. Gwyneth interjected an obvious question at the same moment that a—not unexpected—visitor arrived at the door.

With a great beating of wings the Well-Dressed Albatross rose above the parched ground. Orienting himself in the direction of the earth he accelerated into the long journey ahead, leaving Joachín alone on the moon.

Slim didn’t think it would be too difficult to deal with Joachín’s creditors. First though, Slim needed to get Gwyneth on board. After a terse introduction Slim informed her that there was a way out of her difficult situation.

However, it wasn’t Mr. Love who wandered by. It was Joachín. And he despondently took a seat beside the Well-Dressed Albatross. Declining a drink Joachín sat fiddling with a spool of black thread.

The plan was for Pim, Bim, Ukifune, and Clive to take a taxi. The Well Dressed Albatross was more comfortable flying home on his own, but needed time to steel himself up for it.

While Clive was expounding upon his new theory which allowed bodies to move rapidly from one place in the cosmos to another, Bim remembered that the tiki bar was equipped with a phone and called a taxi.

The shadowy figure appeared at Joachín’s door and handed Gwyneth a dire summons. Slim’s fiery rage turned to sly interest.

That night Gim’s charred body was whisked off the moon by forces unknown. Bleached back to whiteness by unfiltered radiant energy Gim drifted happily through the cosmos, more robust there than Gim had ever been on land, in water, or propelled though an atmosphere.

The next morning Slim went immediately to Joachín’s shop, which remained fully intact, and demonstrated a rage remarkable even for Slim.