At age 14 I dropped out of my freshman year of middle school plus started working for my Aunt Jane, then she wasn’t a biological relative, just section of the crew of misfits that made up my makeshift family. They weren’t criminals, they were great honest people, they just all favorite to live off the grid plus keep the government out of their business. As a child it all seemed to make sense, plus there was an attractive simplicity in the way they grew their food plus bartered for other things they needed. Aunt Jane taught me about a/cs, plus how to repair up an outdated 1 great enough to resell it, but like I said, these people weren’t scam artists, they would just harvest outdated a/cs plus appliances from the dump plus the junkyard plus refurbish them to sell at swap meets plus flea markets. As the outdated adage says “you get what you pay for” so although the refurbished a/cs did work, they never worked actually well or for actually long, but what do you expect when you buy an air conditioner unit for twenty numerous dollars at a flea market? After a while she couldn’t go back to the same place, because she had left too several unpleased a/c clients in her wake. I decided to just do a better job than she did, plus actually get these a/cs in great working order before selling them. It took a lot of practice, plus a few years, but eventually I was more skilled with air conditioner maintenance than Aunt Jane ever was.