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*BEE"Welcome to Barn of Taco's. How can I help your hankering?"

"Oh. Um...One minute"

He tried. Everytime he swears he'll be ready. He often wonders if other people have the same problem as him. It's something he feels he can never actually bring up in any type of conversation. I mean to be surprised by the employee every time your at the drive-thru speaker. "That's ubserd" he thinks to himself. Jim James remembers what he wanted to order. He also sometimes thinks he remembers himself as a different person.

"Um, Okay. Um...Hello?"

"Yup, Go ahead"

"I'll have a #3 with a Cherry 7-Up and...a soft shell taco, and can I have extra salsa on the soft shell please?" He asks. He knows they'll say yes cuz he's gonna be paying for it. Why does he ask? Cuz it's one of life's little annoying routines. He's been thinking about them an awful lot. He thinks about the things that go on in life that people aren't supposed to think about. Like space and time. Things like why you have a better chance of finding nude photographs of your ex-girlfriend on the internet than finding anything remotely usefull, Or as Neil Gaiman once said "finding usefull information on the internet is like finding a diamond in a dungheap", but I've totally lost my train of thought and realise once again that my girlfriend is correct in saying I have ADD. back to the story..

Gears shift in young Jims' mind. He wants to change things. Make things better for people. So he tell himself he's going to. He tells himself this everyday very content in thinking that this time things will really work out. That tomorrow he's not going to have to wake up and put on a suit and go into the same old souless office.

Jim gets home and notices a package on his front porch. It's rather large and there is no return address of any kind. He gets it into the house and places it on the kitchen table. He begins to unwrap it.

"My suit of armor!" exclaims Jim for the first time in centuries and he's rather surprised by it. He thinks in his head that he's never seen one in real life, yet he instinctively knows that it is his and he's worn it in battle many many times in the past. "And my blessed sword named 'Bob' " He instinctivly suits himself up, knowing exactly what piece goes where and upon finsihing something sparks within him. The spark becomes a flame and if you were in the room with him you could see the flame burning in his eyes. He raises his swords handle to his face and gets down on one knee.

"Oh Lord, thank you for finally forgiving me after all these centuries. I regain knowledge as I speak to you now and I thank you once again. I will not let you down this time. Amen"

He sheaths his sword and leaves his house out the back way. He opens his garage door and gets his horse out from under the pile of old T.V. Guides he's been collecting since it first started getting published by that name in good ole 1953.

Mounted up he looks off into the horizon. The sun is setting in it's usual fashion, but for some reason things seem different this time. Three words come to mind as he gazes at the suns decent into the watery void. "We're on it" he says out loud. He bucks his horse and gallops in the opposite direction towards the woods. There is no time to spare, well...there is a little time to spare but he's pretty excited so we'll let him hurry off for now...