There are more than 170 Value Places near cities and military bases around the country. At this one, painted dishwater-brown and in the shadow of a Wilbur Smith Law Firm DUI Defense billboard, roughly 80 percent of the 129 units are occupied by permanent residents, those who have fallen on hard times and have no foreseeable checkout date. Single parents, war veterans, hookers and men whose ex-wives supposedly took everything they worked their whole lives for. In the warm air of early March, their mixed drinks sweat through plastic cups. Over long sips, each member of the eclectic crew agrees: he couldn’t have crashed in a better spot.“It don’t matter where you live, man,” Lex Dunn, Room 319, says. “Very rarely in life will you ever meet someone who has it all together.”Dunn tucks his long hair behind his ears. He rolls his wheelchair over cigarette butts and lime rinds sucked dry, passing rows of cars just as shiny as they were at their luxury dealerships. A midnight blue Mercedes-Benz GL here, a sun-glow Hummer there. A perk to going bankrupt in the Sunshine State: file Chapter 13, and you can usually keep your car.