One man's trash is another man's treasure. And nowhere is this more evident than in a Southern small-town thrift store, where beer helmets and broken furniture end up as impromptu amusement park rides on lawns and libidinous nights. It's the place in a college town where students and townie kids alike can be found killing time when not killing brain cells, constructing patchwork identities on a budget one half-step removed from the... More >>>