Who would've thunk that both the 11:40pm and 1:30am buses to Tucson, Arizona would be full?
I'm holding a ticket for a 9am bus that puts me in the Tucson bus station just as my feature is supposed to start.
I'm on a far-flung notion that maybe, maybe there are poets in Phoenix who would want to come to the Tucson slam that I could get off in Phoenix and drive down with...it's a long shot, but I'm working on it.
The good news is that I'm totally not panicking. Go me! Also go Greg, my friend who is cheerfully putting me up for one more night and waited with me in the (brand new, totally not-sketchy, well-lit and full-of-people) downtown bus station.
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