I had spent the last two years of my life working as a UPS driver in rural northern New Jersey. It wasn’t where my 19 year old self saw myself at 29. I went to film school to learn how to make allegorical narrative and documentary films that would change the world and yet here I was, breaking my young back moving 50lb boxes of dog food from the 120 degree back of my box car, up long, steep gravel driveways in West Milford New Jersey in the dead of summer. “How did I get here? I had bigger dreams than this!” I’d proclaim to myself as sweat poured out every sweat gland of my body. My hands chewed up, my knees showing early signs of impending replacement surgery.