The story was short, and was this: he knew that midnight was the expiration date most anything he might try, so he raced through a whole life’s worth of mistakes in the few minutes he had left. And, feeling as though he’d made a lifetime of them, he thought he would not make any more. But the streets of his pre-midnight experiences were filled with open manholes, and after midnight, none were covered. Who would have come to do the covering?