Side A threaded through the night on endless repeat. Mr. Love wrote like there was never anything else. Not happy so much as…vindicated.
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.
Relieved that Pim and Bim seemed really to be gone and having nothing else to do, Mr. Love took pen in hand and began what they’d proposed.
Pim and Bim had arrived with more than a game plan. They had arrived with supplies.
Pim and Bim hadn’t simply arrived, they’d arrived with a game plan.
Nonetheless, Mr. Love checked into his usual room. Therein Pim and Bim appeared from behind the radiator, not unlike twin Kilroys.
The motor hotel Mr. Love enjoyed for its anonymity had rebranded in order to exploit the sudden fame of its most notorious guest.
Thankfully for Gim the void was punctuated by odd lost souls floating by.
If we haven’t heard from Gim for some weeks that’s because Gim had been embedded in a place without form and void.
Clarice gained notoriety by creating a support group for victims of unsolicited adoration and its attendant celebrity.
Sadly the duck did not realize her second act. Minutes after leaving Pim and Bim she perished under the desert sun.
