It is hardly the sort of job I was looking for or a normal sort of job at all. A friend of mine hooked it up for me, or to be clear I used to date her sister. At first I thought that I was sort of a babysitter, but it is not quite like that. They introduced me to this guy named Abe and made him hand over the keys to this beat up old pick up truck. He is about 67 I would guess and he seems to know all about AC installation in Brooklyn, aside from the part where they expect you to pay your taxes. Of course he seems to have a slight problem with drinking. He usually has a pint with Southern Comfort in it, and ever so often he will take a sip out of it. He never seems to be inebriated in …