Being a paramedic, first responder, was definitely a job. Not that he - Max - hated it or anything, he rather enjoyed his job. It brought him to meet and engage with various of people, even in the circumstances he finds them in.

From responding and arriving at the scene to a person getting a paper that they dramatically called for to having to save someone in a near death experience. It was wild with all the situations many of people would call the EMT for. But he loved his job. Truly. The stories he can get to tell at the family gathering when he comes home was endless; it never gets boring!

Especially when he sees the roll of the eyes of his old pop making when he had to hear his son save someone from a bee sting. Calling it "being overly dramatic"...old pops doesn't know that it could be a serious and deadly allergy. But from the approval of his sweet ma, always praising him for doing a good deed was enough for him. Call him a momma's boy all you want, but it was just him making his ma proud.

Much like every night whenever there weren't many calls, he was standing and watching drunken people coming out of bars, lounges or restaurants drunk.

Living in Atlantic City, NJ...bars everywhere. And the Boardwalk...he just stood by. Standing at the side, keeping a watchful eyes for any drunken people as did a few cops around to make sure no one walked off the Boardwalk to the beach at the undesignated time, since it was pass 10pm. So standing his with his fellow paramedics, he listened to the lively nightlife of people enjoying a drink or enjoying the view of the ocean and the entertainments on the Boardwalk.