At age 14 I dropped out of my freshman year of high university and started laboring for my Aunt Jane. She wasn’t a biological relative, just part of the crew of misfits that made up my makeshift family. They weren’t criminals, they were nice fair people, they just all favorite to live off the grid and keep the government out of their business. As a kid it all seemed to make sense, and there was an beautiful simplicity in the way they grew their food and bartered for other things they needed. Aunt Jane taught me about a/cs, and how to maintenance up an aged one nice enough to resell it; Like I said, these people weren’t scam artists, they would just harvest aged a/cs and appliances from the dump and the junkyard and refurbish them to sell at swap meets and flea markets. As the aged adage says “you get what you pay for” so although the refurbished a/cs did work, they never worked undoubtedly well or for undoubtedly long… What do you expect when you buy an a/c unit for twenty several dollars at a flea market? After a while she couldn’t go back to the same venue, because she had left too multiple unsatisfied air conditioning system clients in her wake. I decided to just do a better job than she did, and legitimately get these a/cs in nice laboring order before selling them. It took a lot of practice, and a few years, but eventually I was more skilled with a/c maintenance than Aunt Jane ever was.