Brad was sent for an interview on the 13th floor of an office building on the other side of town. He encountered few people in the streets, most having perished in the pandemic. The dogs were alive, though traumatized.
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.
As young men do, Brad wandered hither and thither in search of gainful employment, and found it as he was passing behind a strip mall.
Using the can-opener on her multipurpose knife, Ukifune quickly freed the Well-Dressed Albatross and Mr. Love from the container. The Well-Dressed Albatross was thrilled. Mr. Love slunk away in defeat.
Following Mrs. Love’s instructions, Brad took the container to central Mexico and left it there. Ukifune, who’d been out mapping constellations for her astronomy badge, was concerned.
Having both been foolish enough to ascend the ramp and enter the container, Mr. Love and the Well-Dressed Albatross where caught by Mrs. Love like mice in a trap. Mrs. Love hired Brad to dispose of them.
Earlier that day Brad had encountered Mrs. Love on a particularly desolate side-street in northeast Glim. Mrs. Love (rather aggressively) enlisted Brad to pilot a cargo ship for her.
The container that had absorbed Mr. Love now bore an enticing label, one that the Well-Dressed Albatross found impossible to resist.
Discombobulated from losing the money, the Well-Dressed Albatross wandered the dark and abandoned streets of an industrial zone. A parked ‘58 Buick unsettled him, though he couldn’t have said why.
Mr. Love waited for over an hour for Mrs. Love to emerge from the container. Eventually he proceeded up the ramp to investigate. (Perhaps all poor choices have roots in impatience.)
It was late evening when the Well-Dressed Albatross finally took his leave, only to discover that the Audi and the 17 bags of cash therein had vanished. (Not partaking of spirits, Pim and Bim had been ordering Mr. Pibb in recyclable vessels.)
