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.

Pim: Once again Slim switched my salt water for molasses while I was sleeping. Good exercise for my tail.

Pim: I feel bad that sardines live in such cramped quarters. So I like to peel
back the lid and free them.

Pim is perplexed to see Slim stomp on their sibling Gim’s tail, which has an abscess.

Pim: The great thing about being an invertebrate is that I can squeeze out of my jar of the lid isn’t on too tight.

Pim’s not entirely honourable sibling, Slim, has locked Pim in Pim’s jar. Slim does whatever Slim pleases.

Pim: I have a sibling named Gim. It’s sad that Gim is always sick.

Pim: While I was assembling an IKEA shelf in my jar I foolishly insinuated myself into a nut. My tail now has thread marks.

Pim: Today I met a headless giraffe who bravely engages with the world despite his challenges.

Pim: I always enjoy meeting someone I resemble slightly.

Pim: I recently took an art course where I was encouraged to dispense with conventional notions of identity.