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.

And moments later Pim and the Well-Dressed Albatross were under the deluge.

Seeing the approaching weather Slim called a limo to take him to a five star hotel, unbeknownst to Pim and the WDA.

The flood was so great that it swept Gim seaward and downward to the oceans’ deepest trench.

The rain fell and fell until it became a flood, whisking Gim away on its flow.

Slim grabbed the phone from the WDA, proposed a toast to Gim’s riddance, and then a cloudburst killed the call.

The sound of the bar’s wall-phone–which almost never rang–immediately drew a well-tailored appendage.

Thankfully the man pursuing the horizon travelled with a cell phone.

Gim awoke at the same moment a window popped, the pressure change shunting near weightless Gim into the void.

As Gim continued to dream of plummeting downward, the other’s discussed Gim’s comatose state.

“While overused, the term ‘déjà vu’ is at times unavoidable,” any of the four of them might have thought.