Learning that the WDA had checked out early, Gim slid under the door to enjoy the luxury of a free hotel room.
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.
Her practice having been destroyed by the meteor, the practitioner worked on Slim with no anaesthetic, few tools, and undercover of night.
Leaving the diner, Pim and Bim came upon Gim who had just detached from the window and settled on the pavement.
It seems the practitioner recommended to contrive Slim’s new face was the same practitioner enlisted to configure the WDA’s new body.
A series of phone calls, texts and shadowy meetings gave Slim coordinates to a practitioner who would supply a getaway face covertly.
Gim saw exactly what Slim had done, but remained unseen and unheard on the other side of the window.
While Pim was in the non-gendered washroom and Bim was enquiring about tourist attractions, Slim snatched Pim’s licence and credit card.
Unfortunately the sister’s home had just been destroyed by a meteor, leading to a discussion the WDA couldn’t easily follow.
And so the proprietor of a destroyed cantina conveyed the Well-Dressed Albatross, on a pallet, with wheels, to his sister’s house.
In and out of consciousness for hours, the Well-Dressed Albatross at last opened his eyes to an unexpected saviour.
