Abandoning the taxi in disgust Clive galloped across a park, not exactly sure of his destination but happy to be active. That he immediately came upon Slim was an oddity of probability Clive would, in later years, spend many a frustrating hour trying to account for.
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.
After a gruelling set of connector flights Clive grabbed a cab and was quickly frustrated by its glacial velocity through midday traffic.
You probably think the shadowy figure lurks in urban alleys or abandoned warehouses when he’s not at work. Uh-uh. He goes home to a three bedroom bungalow in the suburbs. Really, he’s not so different from you and me.
This time the document was real. The WDA was bankrupt. His accountant had been trying to find him for some time and eventually hit upon the idea of hiring the shadowy figure to deliver the news.
Familiar destinations yield fresh ruminations.
Meanwhile, back in the States, we find that the WDA’s accounting was less rigorous than imagined. He was months behind on rent and Slim was evicted from the apartment the same day he appropriated it.
They walked out of the city and onto an open plain. Four companions on the horizon uttering three distinctive sentiments.
Randomly familiar travel companions disembarked to be met by familiar faces randomly appearing at the arrival gate of MMMX.
Pim and Bim were given to contemplating the jets that landed at the nearest International Airport.
Midway through the flight Clive, who it was odd the Well-Dressed Albatross hadn’t noticed during their two hours on board, leaned over the aisle to pitch an idea.
