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 only other person attending Clive’s lecture in person was Ukifune. Having just been in Petropavlovsk you’re wondering how she so quickly relocated to a Michigan college. And so am I.

After days of wandering empty halls Brad encountered a professor, who happened to be Clive. Clive had realized that, not being human, he and the pandemic were irrelevant to one another, and returned to the college.

Brad, you’ll recall, specialized in the psychology of dogs that had harmed. Accepted for post-graduate work on recidivist canine offenders, he missed the e-mail stating that classes would be on-line due to a pandemic. The unpopulated campus perplexed him.

On his way out Mr. Love Jr. came upon Ukifune, who had returned to Petropavlovsk from Mexico to search the building.

Investigating the charred remnants of the theatre, Mr. Love Jr. salvaged a length of film and held it up to the light of a smashed window. He immediately deduced what had happened.

Days after the drama of Mrs. Love’s metamorphosis and the fiasco of Brad’s Theatre For The Longest Movies Ever Made, Mr. Love Jr. came upon the ruin in Petropavlovsk. He had no idea that the theatre had burned down on opening night, and had been playing to an audience of two.

Displaced from their home, Pim and Bim wandered the desert and came upon the Well-Dressed Albatross, who had begun celebrating New Years Eve at an uncommonly early hour.

With everyone gone from the ruins of Petropavlovsk, and his mother on the loose, Mr. Love wandered the industrial complex, which he now had no use for. Most nights he ended up on the roof, staring into the void.

At the end of the 9000km journey over ocean and desert, Pim and Bim found their home occupied by a squatter.

Being cold blooded (or whatever) Pim and Bim floated happily back from Petropavlovsk to what they’d lately called home.