Day 1 Transmission 1:
The phone woke me at two AM last night. It was the organizer of the out of town Poets and his insane rambling. Totally excited, almost like he was coked up or something. He had just been to the first reading of the festival. He informed me I was reading in a barn with no PA. I let him know that was fine, I could project. He tried to accuse me of stacking the features of the latest issue of the CPJournal. Seeing that my ex-roommate from Philly, and a guy that I had released his chapbook were the features. I let him know he obviously did not know how the roommate situation ended and they were the best two Poets. The co-editor Devin agreed. He rambled on until five AM, his last words were that he would see me at the station when I got there.
So now I am on a Greyhound, just passing Port Saint Lucie. I'm on my way.

Transmission #2:
We are in Georgia now. The trip seems to be smoother as it got off to a rough start. We changed buses in Orlando and they had overbooked it, so we had to wait about an hour for the next bus. Which was probably good, there was plenty of room for everyone. Then the driver drove to Daytona and could not find the bus station. We drove around for a half an hour looking for it, with everyone on the bus giving the driver shit about it.
I still have not eaten anything but the junk food in my bag all day. All of the stops have been rushed except Orlando and that was too early for me to eat. We should be in Savannah soon, and back to normal stops. The AC does not work on this bus and I'm sweating like a pig. I will definitely need a shower before I read tomorrow.

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