No AC in the attic

My cousin Mink had always told me that if I wanted to move to the big city, he would have a place for me to stay. He had literally been telling me this for years, in an effort to lure me away from small time life and join him in the urban jungle. Well, after many years of considering it, I finally took the plunge and moved. When I showed up on his doorstep, Mink was legitimately surprised to see me. He had long ago given up on thinking I would move out, and so had taken in some other roommates. The only space he had to offer me was a cot in the attic, which had no air conditioning at all. The tiny room also had no heating, but that was not going to be an issue for me, since the room never seemed to dip below 100 degrees. As hot as it was, it was still a free place to stay, so I decided to look for a job, and find a portable AC unit I could use while I slept in the attic. I killed two birds with one stone, and found a used air conditioner at a pawn shop that was also looking for part time help. The owner of the store sold me the A/C unit at a discount, as a signing bonus for coming to work for him. I’ve got to say that it is terrible, and this portable air conditioning unit is a piece of garbage, but it’s better than having nothing at all.  

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