Even the proprietor had departed (on stress leave) when Pim arrived. There was only a sartorially eccentric lizard.
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 felt a stabbing pain as familiar as it was unpleasant.
Shortly after the WDA left the cantina and a new day dawned, Slim happened upon a familiar bandaged appendage.
Strangely hopeful that Slim, Gim, or Pim would arrive, the WDA stayed at the cantina long after its proprietor usually closed.
It WAS Gim. Calling from a wall of airport pay phones.
Meanwhile, Pim, wandering idly through an autumnal cornfield, received a phone call from the Benito Juárez airport.
The WDA arrived at the same town, and recognized an establishment wherein he’d advanced a theory on global time zones.
Failing to comply with standards of public transit, Slim was deposited on the edge of a small town in central Mexico.
The Well Dressed Albatross experienced no transitions. Rather, life’s passage was enviably fluid.
Pim equated life’s transitions with the happy solitude of the jar.
