Minutes after Mr. Love checked in, the Well-Dressed Albatross—still grasping the Brain Removal Kit—alighted some 200 metres from the motel.
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.
When the movie ended Mr. Love quietly vacated the empty theatre and continued on his way until mid-afternoon when he came upon the motel where he kept one of his vintage Buick’s parked. (The owner of the motel knew better than to hassle him about that.)
Tonight’s second feature always cast an uneasy spell on Mr. Love Jr. and tonight he had an equally uneasy feeling about the sole person in the audience, someone who had never been here before and yet who seemed eerily familiar.
Never one to shy away from long journeys on foot, Mr. Love walked until the desert gave way to outskirts, the outskirts to suburbs, the suburbs to the hard edges of the urban core, until by chance he came upon the very thing that irked him.
Mr. Love had just completed a hateful interaction with Mrs. Love and was proceeding towards a hateful interaction with his nieces at the laboratory, passing locations familiar to us on his way.
Sure enough, Brad got a new roommate.
Clive’s course in palindromic primes was all the rage, and Ukifune considered it of immediate relevance to her work. When Ukifune presented a summary of her own mathematical findings, Clive leaned in.
Being a foreign student Brad often got long distance calls from his mother, on a land line.
Three figures left the diner, one figure materialized out of the earth, and a last continued through the air. All five moved to one destination.
Thrilled to reunite, Ukifune, Pim and Bim discussed the collection of objects they’d discovered, that morning, at the Tiki bar.