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.

Now that he had fingers and a typewriter, the Well-Dressed Albatross installed himself at a sidewalk cantina outside the Teatro Morelos in Quanahuac. The words flowed even more easily than the Mezcal, inclining him to thank the muse of epic poetry as he typed.

After surgery the Well-Dressed Albatross acquired a typewriter. To the Well-Dressed Albatross the seller resembled an old acquaintance, as did the Well-Dressed Albatross to the seller. But it had been so long that neither the Well-Dressed Albatross nor the seller could be certain.

Wingless, the Well-Dressed Albatross wandered, he knew not whither, until he happened upon Ukifune.

Moments after Brad had made his first incisions on Mr. Love, Ukifune joined him in the operating theatre.

Mrs. Love explained to Brad that she needed someone to perform surgery. When Brad mentioned that he had no medical training whatsoever Mrs. Love replied that that wouldn’t be a problem for a clever young man like himself.

Earlier that day Brad had answered a job posting and was summoned to an immediate interview. A different foreign student might have been suspicious that the area was not only desolate but surrounded by police tape.

As often happened, Pim and Bim woke up in a different place than where they went to sleep. I can’t explain this phenomenon. I’m not even going to try.

The darkened corridor that terminated in Mrs. Love’s room seemed even darker than usual, its door characteristically ajar, as though for her malign intent to seep insidiously out.

Mr. Love delayed his appointment with Mrs. Love by stepping into the prison library. There he discovered Slim, who’d taught himself medieval Italian solely to read Dante’s tale of Ugolino, sentenced to gnaw eternally at the brain of his arch enemy, Ruggieri.

As instructed, Mr. Love conveyed the disarticulated wings of the Well-Dressed Albatross to the maximum security prison in which Mrs. Love resided, and on which stormy and hateful night had descended.