With nowhere to call home the Well-Dressed Albatross flapped exhaustedly to KORD. Thence he boarded a southbound jet headed where friends and friendly cantinas could be relied on.
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.
It turns out Slim had NOT retained a lawyer but simply contrived a fake summons and hired the shadowy figure to pose as a process server.
The letter with which the WDA was served was from Slim’s attorney. It stated that Slim had squatters rights to the apartment, and that the WDA would be jailed should he ever again cross its threshold.
And so the Well-Dressed Albatross walked streets redolent of a distant era. Until a shadowy figure approached him, holding forth a stark white envelope.
That very night the Well-Dressed Albatross found himself brusquely expelled from his own bedroom.
Enjoying live music at a venue seconds from his apartment, the Well-Dressed Albatross was joined by an old acquaintance.
The Well Dressed Albatross spent only the coldest months in southern destinations. For the bulk of the year his trust fund sustained a modest lakeshore apartment in a northern metropolis.
In later years the Well-Dressed Albatross would reflect fondly on his time there, so idyllic a respite had it been from quotidian concerns.
A few hours later Gim floated by, a passing that would have gone unnoticed even had Slim and the WDA still been there.
The guests departed without incident. Perhaps that’s the point of a holiday. Not what happens but rather the fact that little does.
