I've been backing people up in different parking lots around Edmonton for the better part of my life. I'd say about 25, 30 years at this point. My name is Dave ♥♥♥♥ and I'm a Backer. I back cars up. Some say it's a waste of time and that most people don't need to be backed up. I just tell 'em "♥♥♥♥ you." It's not always perfect. Money's pretty tight sometimes and these days it seems everyone is in a big hurry all the time. Sometimes I feel really weird, sometimes it feels like I'm trapped. See, I'm not just thinking about the car I'm backing, I'm thinking about the entire flow of traffic and everything around me. Sometimes I sleep standing straight up in the lot. It's well-lit so no one's going to ♥♥♥♥ with me. Other times I'll just sleep in the grass.

I had a weird dream the other day. I'm in the biggest parking lot I've ever seen, trying to do my job, but I can't stop looking out at the sea of cars around me. I'm on a chair and I look up and see this bird in between two trees. It keeps moving it's wings. Up. Down. Up. Down. Like it was in slow motion. Then, I look over and there's this 07 Chev' just ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ floating, then another version of it drops down and, like, it's spirit or something, I don't know. But I realized at that moment that it didn't matter how big that lot was, all that matters is just the backup that's right in front of me. Just take it one car at a time. You'll get through it.

All around me are familiar faces,
worn out places, worn out faces,
bright and early for the daily races,
but they're going nowhere. They're going nowhere.