Heed the collateral damage attendant on sporting unconventional garb.Heed the collateral damage attendant on sporting unconventional garb.Heed the collateral damage attendant on sporting unconventional garb.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.
Heed the collateral damage attendant on sporting unconventional garb.
An ostrich in an ill-fitting Dalmatian costume moving steadily beneath the night sky is a sight one doesn’t soon forget.
Clive happened upon the discarded costume and considered a new look.
After some hours of walking Mr. Love began to see his plan as the mendacious and vindictive and cruel thing it was, and abandoned the Dalmatian costume.
Mr. Love–whose current attitude to Clarice could be described as erratic and unstable–read the posting and disguised himself as an adorable Dalmatian.
Animals everywhere were reading Clarice’s posting.
It was not unusual for Clarice to feel an emptiness at the end of the workday. And so she found a website that connected abandoned pets with responsible owners.
The reason the city had been empty was because its residents had all simultaneously gone on vacation. Sunday night they returned and flooded the square.
Pim came upon not Gim but rather Clarice, at work and happy in her new career testing the toxicity of prepared meats.
Failing to interest Clive, Pim entered a landscape akin to desiccated neural tissue, the hinterland of our general agreement about what’s real.
