Way to short to be a chapter, I think I need to modify my story structure.

Aluminum ladders had their pros and cons. Pros were that they were cheap and light. Both things that Jake was happy about as he didn't have a lot of money and he was walking everywhere. If he had been carrying a fiberglass ladder, he'd be exhausted by the time he arrived at his first job of the day. The con was that the aluminum ladders were cheaply built. They occasionally folded. He’d never forget the first time he watched an aluminum ladder fold. His father was coming down, once he hit the fourth step up, the bottom of the ladder caved. Jake had in a panic attempted to catch his father, an act that would have hurt him far worse than falling the four feet to the ground. His father had jumped down, or perhaps, gracefully fell, then slapped the top of the ladder to the side before the top fell on the both of them. That wasn't a particularly good job. Literally the next day, one of Jake’s father’s employees stepped onto a board not supported by a roof jack and fell two stories. Amazingly the fall didn't hurt him, but the board he had stepped on came down after him landing small first into his palm. He ended up okay. A few stitches and a tetanus shot just in case. As a rule Jake didn't work on steep roofs. Best to leave those to the specialized companies with safety equipment and training.

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Jake finished cleaning the eaves troughs of the old man and left another $150 richer. With ladder in hand he started down the street looking for any other houses that severely needed the service he was providing today. He stopped on the corner and stared across the street at a dirty and neglected looking two story home with flaking shingles, worn blue siding, and grass that clearly hadn't been cut even once since the snow melted. He made his way across the street and eyed the “for sale by owner” sign. Of course they never put a damn price on these things. The house looked in rough shape, but even if he could make a down payment, he couldn't get a loan without pay stubs and a job history. He put it out of his mind and continued down the street until he found a single story brown house with a simple roof plan and eavestroughs overflowing with detritus. He knocked on the door.