Teenage Dirtbag? Pssshaw
3 or 4 years ago I was working at a local record store in Gainesville. My somewhat monotonous duties entailed cataloguing over 140,000 cds and making sure that bums didn’t steal Jimmy Buffet vinyl. It was a hard knock life indeed. So one day I was working in the back room when I overheard an inquisitive young man asking about a local venue called Common Grounds. I knew the venue well, so...