Then Pim showed up bearing a pizza with healthy toppings and a refillable bottle of artesian water.
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.
Hours earlier the buzzard had dined on Gim, lying inert by a dumpster, and passed toxicity up the food chain.
And so, even starved as Slim was, Slim’s system rejected and regurgitated the bird.
Slim ingurgitated the bird quickly. Almost immediately Slim felt very ill indeed.
But just as Slim was about to expire a culinary possibility alighted.
Pim peered in wonder at the world Pim was returning to. Neither more nor less happily than Pim would go anywhere.
The sun strengthened. Slim withered. Slim would soon be a desiccated skin blowing across the sand.
And then a circle of light appeared. Pim, bodied again, moved toward it. Grim shades discussed Pim’s passage.
While Pim enjoyed darkness visible, Slim slithered through blinding desert. Very MUCH Slimself. And NOT content.
Finally Pim descended to a place of no entities. Not even Pimself. Consciousness only. And content.