Under the table now, the lagarta chose not to devour the WDA’s good leg, contenting herself instead with tortilla crumbs and lime peels.
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.
Gim continued in airborne thrall to the vicissitudes of wind currents, eventually coming to rest on Bim’s jar.
Spotting him from across the room at the same moment, the barista was a figure familiar to both Pim and the Well-Dressed Albatross.
The Well-Dressed Albatross quickly joined Pim, helping himself to the huevos rancheros Pim had ordered.
Seated far from the disconsolate sailors and sad-eyed women in the fashions of yesteryear, Pim noted the WDA with an unlikely companion.
Moving steadily over uncertain terrain and beneath troubling skies, Pim at last came to an eatery.
At the whim of the wind Gim rose and fell, went hither and thither for days, so light and paper thin was Gim.
Having grown tired of one another, they agreed that Pim should seal Bim in a jar, and move on.
Pim and Bim stood side by side looking upward, the proprietor stood alone looking downward, when they met.
As Pim and Bim ascended the road towards a familiar figure, a familiar figure descended the road towards Pim and Bim.
