Dumpster diving

I hear voices. They are all around me. I hear screaming, laughter, and bad music. I can hear the voices again. No, not right now, not here. I jolt awake and look around me to realize that I am in the middle of the woods inside the little hut I built. Groggy headed, I stumble towards the source of the noise, pull a ratty torn sweatshirt that i found on top of my tee, then do a quick pocket check of my jeans before I continue. Wallet, check; phone, check; knife, check. I can’t remember what happened last night, walking aimlessly, I almost run into this weird grungy looking guy digging through the dumpster behind the apartments holding a sketchy brown bag. Automatically, I my hand clenches my knife in my pocket, you never know what can happen. Just like the voices say to me.  The man grumbles something under his breath which I think was “damn where is….I think…no it cant….maybe…” and chuckles under his breath and shakes his head. Then I slowly release my grip on my knife and slunk over towards the source of the chaos. It looks like a carnival, I better go check it out to make sure I'm not hallucinating again. It turns out it is real, so with nothing better to do, not much of a carnival if you ask me, but whatever.
 I turn into the carnival, realizing that there is a crazy chaos of a place. I like it, suits this town if you ask me. I go and walk around seeing many things like cheap-as-hell roller coasters, and game booths, clowns and Ferris wheels. I decide to go on the Ferris wheel, well even though the voices tell me not to, I do anyways. I should have listened to the voices. Why should have I? well, because this stupid fucking Ferris wheel decides to just stop right before the platform to get off, great, now I'm stuck here for what. another 15 minutes? Hah, i don't think so. Pulling out my knife, i pop off the cheap shit of a lock and hop out and head home. I exit through the gates after much trouble of finding them.