Lester Simmions, the retired Pullman car Porter always told the rookie Porters true stories about the old days.
´´And when the 11:59 pulled up to his door, as big and strong as daddy joe was . . ´´ Lester continued, solemnly. ´´ Well in the end even he could´t escape the 11:59.
Lester looked at his watch, it was a little bit before midnight. He said his goodbyes and left. As he walks home he suddenly feels a sharp pain in his chest. At exacly the same moment he heard the mournful sound of the train whistle. ¨ No I´m not ready, I´ve got plenty of living yet´´
His own words haunted him. Ain´t no way to escape the final ride on the 11:59. ´´But i´m gon´ try!´´ Lester spent the rest of the night plotting his escape from fate.
Lester shut off the space heater avoid an expoltion. ´´I will not eat or drink anything so i can not choke or die of food poisning.´´