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.

The Well-Dressed Albatross continued to wander through many lands, with less awareness of the things he passed even than the blinded Oedipus. At last he came upon a familiar place that suggested dim memories of happiness.

Huevos rancheros and a cool pitcher of water had never tasted better to Brad and Ukifune, around whom floated prospects as if recaptured from dreams.

In profound grief the Well-Dressed Albatross continued on his way. By the time he came upon Pim and Bim he’d forgotten that it was the thought of their untimely deaths that had brought him to this state. So finding them alive brought less relief and joy than it might have.

Coming upon the wreckage of the 18-wheeler, still branded as Pim and Bim Transport, the Well-Dressed Albatross assumed it was they who’d crashed, and assumed they’d died, and spent hours ruminating on lines of long dead elegists he’d been acquainted with (or believed he had.)

Mrs. Love hadn’t immediately taken Ukifune’s brain because she first wanted to secure the remains of Mr. Love. Knowing Ukifune was intelligent enough to escape with the truck, she’d attached a transponder to it, intending to deal with her later. Mrs. Love was not happy.

Nearing the end of their tether they at last came upon a familiar destination.

They walked for hours under the desert sun. It is a commonplace that in time a couple will cease acquiescing to the tyranny of words, yet communicate more deeply than before. Might Ukifune and Brad have reached this threshold?

Hard to know if it was Brad’s lack of driver training, or the head injury that caused him lose control the vehicle on what should have been a pretty easy stretch of road to drive.

Once outside the jail, Brad and Ukifune were glad to have Pim and Bim’s truck for their getaway.

During his time of divided corporeal and cerebral confinement, Mr. Love’s mind (which we know is contained neither in the brain, nor the body, yet which is contingent on both) would float free over imagined cities.