Florida Georgia Line played a concert here last night and the crowd acted like they’d never seen a public restroom before. I’m all for country music and having a good time, but when you’re relieving yourself on my azalea bushes three blocks from the venue, that’s not fun—that’s common sense gone missing. Ticketed event, ticketed porta-potties, and yet my lawn smells like a cattle farm. Next time, take the Georgia line and keep it moving.