To many, a clogged storm drain is useless, broken, and defective. You don’t think of a pristine, shining silver metal plate, but instead a rusty, reddish-brown, eroded disk covered with the gunk of God-knows-what. Your stomach turns. You don’t want to think about the mass of sludge plugging up the holes.You can barely see the metal, but what you can see is crumbly and fractured. It’s disgusting. It’s worthless. It needs to be fixed. For the small community of misfits, though, it wasn’t broken. It wasn’t useless and it didn’t need to be repaired. It was, in fact, the clogged storm drain that held them together. It was the broken drain that fixed them.