Pim and Bim also failed to notice Slim, seated in the booth behind them. Slim didn’t fail to notice them. Nor did Slim fail to notice Gim.
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.
Engrossed in discussion about the WDA, Pim and Bim failed to notice Gim plastered to the very window they were sitting beside.
After bidding adieu to the Well-Dressed Albatross Pim and Bim went for lunch and were mutually inclined towards a charitable act.
By torn wallpaper, rotting baseboard and soiled carpet an acquaintance of the WDA lay in postprandial cogitation, satiated and serene.
Admitted into Room 2 by the concierge, Pim and Bim found only the WDA’s head (on the bed) which explained why he hadn’t answered the door.
Through pathways too circuitous to explain Pim and Bim found the hotel room of the Well-Dressed Albatross, knocked, and waited patiently.
The WDA slept fitfully, haunted by the sound of troubled things in the hall. Investigation left its source a mystery.
Being as happy to travel as they were to remain for months on end suspended in a jar, Pim and Bim ventured into Glim on a whim.
A few blocks away Gim had blown up against the window of a diner. And stuck there by dint of an eaon’s sticky emissions goo.
Slim and the Well-Dressed Albatross found refuge in the town of Glim, (pop. 1,001) whose utilities were fed by noxious, incendiary matter.
