The Maintenance Guy Pt. 2

The old maintenance guy handed me the keys to the garage one day, kissed his two fingers inna peace sign, wiped it against his ass and drove off in his 1993 silver Ford Tauras. He'd won the lottery. It was a sign of true freedom inna "True American Town". Good thing I knew tools or I woulda been fucked workin' here. I was already fucked regardless. I had no HVAC certification. I couldn't work on a damn thing when it came to heating and cooling. When alluva sudden a guy pulled up lookin' for a job. His name was Eddie.