Carnival II

It seems to be a great day for reporting! Madness has ensued on the carnival, no surprise there. This whole town is complete madness, its getting hard to keep up with all the crazy that happens. Life seems to be getting harder and harder, keeping up becomes almost impossible. That’s the downfall of being a reporter, and the upside, news, events, life, it never stops. All though I think for this town it’s a bit different, exceptional I would say. A political group has placed itself at the carnival and among being louder more disruptive then the carnival itself has started to drive people away, which in turns draws more people in. But as al of this is going on Dave is having some chicken melt down. Apparently more were delivered then ordered. But when it comes to Dave who knows what the whole story actually is. So I begin walking over to that scene of events. Yelling is an understatement. But like I said its Dave, and among having a drink or two in him, he sometimes doesn’t seem all there. Then the real madness starts. The chickens are loose, people are running everywhere and making the chickens run everywhere as well. I need to move out of this damn town, but where would I get my excitement in life. I mean really who is the last person to be able to report on a bazaar carnival, Dave, and loose chickens. No one. And that’s why we are all still here I guess. Partly because of entrapment, I mean where else would we go, and the other part, the bigger part, we love being here, at least I do. It makes me want to throw myself off a cliff at point, don’t get me wrong, but this town has become my life, this town is a life.