Clarice and her enthusiasm gone, the zoo’s staff left one by one and the office became the husk of a memory no one was around to have.
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.
Pim and Bim’s ground school was on the edge of town and across a street–one that no vehicle travelled–from Clarice’s toxicity training.
Always eager to embrace new challenges, Pim and Bim decided to get qualified as pilots of multi-engine helicopters.
Clarice overcame despair, accepted her disappointments, and began a new career in Glim testing toxicity levels of prepared meats.
So scathing was the indictment of Mrs. Love in her son’s new poems that a crowd gathered outside her home. A crowd she failed to notice.
Desiring a hiatus from the vanity of human wishes, Pim and Bim returned to their jar only to find Clarice getting little joy from it.
Daily, at sunup, Clive hosted a TV show on infinity theory. His shrewdly worded contract ensured that the series would never be cancelled.
Clarice was now only able to get bookings on an obscure cable chanel, in the early hours of morning.
As promised, Slim found prime-time interview spots for Mr. Love on major TV networks.
But in Clarice Mr. Love felt only the residue of a troubled, almost forgotten dream. And rudely sent her away.
