Catching sight of the taxi at the final perceptible Δx the well-dressed albatross clung to a comforting theory.
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.
…and in the ultimate, lucid, pre-crash moment the driver posed the essential question.
So distracted was the driver by Slim’s lambasting that he missed an important detour, and plummeted off a brink.
Despite his best efforts the taxi driver found it hard to tune out Slim’s unrelenting censure.
Unbeknownst to the travellers the well-dressed albatross was following them from above and at a distance.
They left by cab. Gim, too bloated from lemonade immersion to fit, was strapped to the roof.
Slim took Gim literally and immersed Gim in a pitcher of lemonade. Then Slim got another that Slim didn’t share.
And at sunset, having abandoned hope of ever arriving at the place of cool drinks, there Slim and Gim were.
And Pim and the well-dressed albatross too felt the sun on them like shards of murderous heat.
The sun had become the only thing in the world. Slim and Gim were losing hope of reaching the place of cool drinks.
