Sir Jim dismounted his horse. He had come to the state border. He'd been giving direct orders to wait at the state border. God kinda didn't like it the last time he disobeyed him, so he was making a note to be extra carefull this time around. The sun was bearing down on him hard. He walked around to the other side of his horse, unstrapped one of the sidebags and reached in. Feeling his way around he found what he's looking for and took it out. He raised the silver object up into the sky. Suddenly, like almost from a dream the silver object shifted, slided and as he threw it into the hot desert (he didn't throw it far, just like 20-30 feet away) it turned into a Barn of Taco's.

Sir Jim looked up to heaven and whispered, "Glory be to God". He stepped inside. Everything was sparkling, and brand new. The tables never been eaten on. The soft, cushy, padded chairs never been sat on, or farted on. It was any Barn o´ Taco's custumer's dream. He appraoched the counter excitingly. He was than greeted with a curtious smile by a woman that made him wonder what the daughter of Marilyn Monroe and Joe DiMaggio would have looked like if they ever stuck together long enough to at least have a child.

"Welcome to Barn of Taco's, Sir. How can I help your hankering?" said the woman with a smile. She said the words as if she wanted to, and meant to say them, and in no way faltered. The pin on the left side of her shirt told Jim that her name was Allison. The pin on the right side suggested he try a value meal.

"Well, Allison. I suppose I'll try a value meal. Can you make a suggestion?" replied and asked our good Sir Jim.

"Oh certainly sir" said Allison with a never fading smile. ""The Socko Taco" is our famous ground beef taco meat crambed into a soft shell tortilla shaped sock with your choice of vegetables and cheeses. Since it's appearance in the new Quentin Tarantino film it's been the more popular of the three. Our second selection is the "Holy Frijole Fajita". It's 2 Fajita's. One chicken stuffed the other taco meat, both smothered in our new experimental hot sauce, and last but always a favorite since the establishments opening in 1958, "The Doopa Killer". The ingredients aren't always the same so by law I'm not allowed to describe it to you. But I can honestly tell you there has not been one single lawsuit against it since the late seventies."

Sir Jim went over the choices in his mind. She had a way with words. The way she said what she said made everything sound so delicous to him. He couldn't figure it out. "I'll take the second choice. The Holy Frijole Fajita. For here please."

"Yes Sir!" She said with a twinkle in her eye. "That comes with a medium soda. You look like a Cherry 7-up kind of guy."

"Why, why yes I am. Thank you very much." Sir Jim had forgotten the kindness and etheral service one can expect from such place when being on a mission from God. Best of all, it was free. Allison brought him his food in a timely manner. She asked him if he'd prefur ketchup or mayonaise with his French Fries. Jim thinking to himself "oh gross, mayo with french fries, only those savage Europians use that stuff" but not wanting to sound rude to the sweet Alison he kindly replied, "Hmm...Good question. Oh I suppose I'll go with the Ketchup."

"Excellant choice, I was worried you were one of those savage Europians, lol" said Alison. Jim never heard anyone actually say "lol" outloud and was quiet impressed at the actual turnout. He thinks he's falling in love. She slides the tray with the completed order ontop of it into Jim's direction and with a smile declares and asks, "Your all set Sir. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Um...not right now but, I'll let you know." He winked at her as he said that later part. She giggled in the way that you would expect the daughter of Marilyn and Joe to giggle, and he was off to the dining room. While walking, he noticed his usual shoes. Then he noticed he wasn't in his Suit of Armor. His clothes must have changed as he entered the building. Somehow the building was the epitome of comfort in everyway, and if it thought you would be uncomfortable in some sort of way, it changed itself. He picked a seat somewhere in the middle. He sat on the far end of the table so he could glance at Alison everyonce and awhile. He heard the doors swing open, took a sip of his soda and looked up. It was Phirem.

Phirem, at one time, was Jim's best friend. They grew up together. "Best friends always" was their little slogan. But as time moved forward responsibilities were given and someone had to come ahead. That wasn't what changed things. It was Phirem having to carry through God's order to banish Jim from Heaven. Pherim had told Jim that he wouldn't go through with it, and that God would have to banish them both. But when the time came, Pherim thought twice and did the less noble of things. God would have understood Pherim's choice had he decided to join Jim. Pherim hasn't been the same since that fatefull day. Neither has Jim. God's situation however is far to complicated I can't even begin to try and think about it, let alone write it down for you fine people to read about, and for that...I'm sorry.

"Hello Jim, you look well." said Pherim He took a seat at the table.

Jim took another sip of his soda and began unwrapping his chicken fajita. "As do you...Oh, but I can't imagine you have it so bad up there in the Silver City now that I think about it. But the--"

"Look, Jim I'm really trying here. You think this is any easier than what I had to do all those years ago?" interrupted Pherim. Pherim's heartbeat pounded a little faster from that one.

Jim closed his eyes and took a deep breathe. He then opened his eyes and stared right into Pherim's eyes and took another deep breathe. Indeed it was a dramatic pause worthy of an oscar. "Save it Perim. The years I've spent here on earth have taught me more than I could ever have learned in an eternity up in Heaven. I'm not mad at you. Not anymore, and I suppose I owe you thanks...but what I truely realise is, I owe you nothing. Nothing. Now why, of all people, did he send you?

"Listen, There is a lot of weird things going on on this planet. God is concerned, and you know as well as I do that he will no longer directly interfere with what goes on down here. Which is why he's called upon you. You know this planet better than anyone on it and God, of course, knows that. You and I know that. He needs your help." said Pherim

I've certainly spent anough time down here to know all there is to know, Jim thought quietly to himself. "Well, obviously I can't back out, Nor would I think about it. Just quit pleading or trying to make a point or whatever the hell you seem to be ranting about and tell me what it is His Highness wishes for me to do?" asked Jim.