The next day Slim continued through the stark desert. Apostrophizing to the sun, parched Slim failed to note two approaching figures.
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.
Bidding Noako good night and best wishes the Well-Dressed Albatross flew in quite another direction.
Leaving the cantina for heaven knows where Naoko had confused feelings about finding her parent.
Annoyed that the reunion between Naoko and the WDA was going moderately well, Slim drove the taxi into the desert until I broke.
Solitude did give Gim time to ruminate on the things of earth. And not without with a wisp of longing.
Maintaining a certain distance Naoko and the WDA conversed guardedly, thankful to have the inert ankle monitor as a conversation piece.
Though when Naoko’s eye fell on the Well-Dressed Albatross identification was considerable more certain.
The Well-Dressed Albatross failed to recognize Noako as she and Slim entered the cantina, it being so many years since he’d seen her.
Naoko was in need of a night’s lodging. An uncommon instinct told Slim that the cantina would be an interesting place to start.
Meanwhile, Gim had woken up on the moon.
