Dean McCoppin is your average beatnik. He loves coffee, art, music and, quote on quote, “being hip.” He owns a junkyard, where he works, and uses scrap metal to make sculptures. Barely any of them sell, but he tells himself that he doesn’t care because ‘art isn’t about money.’ Despite this, he desperately wants to make it as an artist and tries to sell his stuff. He calls close-minded people ‘squares’ and strongly dislikes his parents, who disapprove of his artsy, beatnik lifestyle. 