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.

Mr. Love found Meg and Peg at the surveillance equipment. As they so often were. Meg and Peg really liked surveillance.

It was daybreak when Mr. Love reached the disused power station that was his base of operations. The ferry had been awful.

Fed up with waiting for his nieces to track down the Well-Dressed Albatross, Mr. Love checked out of the motel, got in his Buick, and drove through the night to the doll factory to find out what exactly Meg and Peg had been doing with his money.

The Well-Dressed Albatross had failed spectacularly at removing his own brain, and in the process had severed his one remaining leg. (On the up side, this would prevent him from ever again having a transponder affixed to his ankle.)

Ukifune and Brad had just returned from Shadowlands where they’d seen a double bill of For Whom The Bell Tolls and Through a Glass Darkly, when Ukifune’s phone rang.

Minutes later Pim and Bim happened by the Motel. Peering through the window of Unit 8 they saw that the Well-Dressed Albatross was in a sorry state indeed.

Mr. Love’s dream took human form and moved into the desert night, just as the WDA made a choice that will impress the reader for its selfless fortitude: rather than remove the brain of an innocent victim, he would remove his own (and, yes, I’m curious about the logistics too.)

That night Mr. Love had a disturbing dream. He saw himself walking without purpose past crumbling warehouses in a failing industrial city and eventually came face to face with Mr. Love Jr. They argued a point and Mr. Love lost, turning the dream into a nightmare.

Minutes after Mr. Love checked in, the Well-Dressed Albatross—still grasping the Brain Removal Kit—alighted some 200 metres from the motel.

When the movie ended Mr. Love quietly vacated the empty theatre and continued on his way until mid-afternoon when he came upon the motel where he kept one of his vintage Buick’s parked. (The owner of the motel knew better than to hassle him about that.)