Space is fickle in the desert. Slim and Gim crawled for what seemed like ever, yet felt no closer to a cool drink.
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.
The tornado subsided, leaving Slim and Gim uninjured in open desert. Slim spied seated figures on the horizon.
Pim on the other hand moved fluidly through the floodwater, encountering an old acquaintance.
Pim wanted to continue looking for Gim and Slim, but found the well dressed albatross difficult to take leave of.
Borne aloft by the tornado, the bottle burst into perilous shards, freeing Gim in the process.
Pim missed the tornado by stopping at a tiki bar for a fruit drink, where he was joined by a Well-Dressed Albatross.
Moments after the tornado things were still and silent and empty. No water, no fish, no bottle, no Gim, no Slim.
Slim found the oasis, unaware that Gim was bottled at its nadir, and equally unaware of the approaching weather.
Pim had left Slim to look for Gim. Then some weather showed up.
But it WAS an oasis. Gim rehydrated and swelled so that the bottle was on the verge of bursting.
