Thanks, Dee and Homegirl!
Friday night THIS happened at my house:
Barre's home, and so he was trying to get drunk when I went to bed early at 10pm last night (because I haven't been sleeping much in the past month or so).
At 12:50 am I heard panic and pandemonium! A shotgun fired off!!
"I got him!!"
and
"Follow the bloodtrail!!"
woof woof woof went some dogs
pow pow pow!! more guns!
laughter......more barking. Then silence.
I kind of shivered in my bed, wondering if I should get up and investigate. I realized I could totally take a piss right then, so I moved to get up and see what the fuck was going on.
"Barre...what the fuck??" I said sleepily.
"I'm huntin' Bigfoot. So I thought I'd shoot at Keith [the Redneck of Boulder Creek who squats on our property by the house truck] while I was at it. Double ought goes a quarter mile, remember that...." he said poisonously, acting more like the Scorpio he is than I'd ever seen him! Yeesh!
"WHAT? Why?"
"Well, it's all about hot sex around here. I thought I'd heighten the experience."
"Uhhh, I'm going back to bed!!"
The next day I questioned Barre. Apparently Keith had a lady friend (maybe his girlfriend, maybe not) over last night. Barre was grouchy because he was trying to get drunk and couldn't, on account of he spilled three drinks in a row. Now, that would about piss me off as well. I suppose the sexcapades by the housetruck made him more irate, and he thought it would be a good idea to SHOOT AT Keith. Wasn't Keith mad? Or freaked out? Lawrd knows I was thinking Barre must be off his fucking rocker! Nope, said Barre. Keith was the one who yelled "Follow the bloodtrail!" and fired off his OWN piece shortly thereafter. Keith said Barre's shooting at him only made him feel closer to the guy.
Only in Boulder Creek. Don't fuck with us. We're unfuckwitable.
p.s. Barre said the dynamics in their relationship is similar to Inspector Clouseau and Cato Fong in The Pink Panther, like each is trying to keep the other one sharp by trying to "murder" the other. It's a guy thing, I guess.....I understand it now, but it took me all day.........
Saturday night:
I had got a Dubwise brand Soul Jah Girl Rasta zip up white shirt and hat, and donned short white shorts and knee-high socks with red shoes. What I
needed was soccer shoes and knee highs with Jamaican flag colors and dreadlocks to get my point across because the general public was so confused, they didn't get it if I was a damn PILOT or a sailor, and
I have never in my life been more laughed at due to my apparel!!! 
From a young age I know that if you dress conspicuously and ostentatiously, you are going to get a lot of attention, therefore my feelings were not hurt and I was minimally embarrassed

Guys seemed to like my outfit due to the short shorts, knee high socks and pigtails (low ones, so my hair was not screwing with my hat), I noticed. I was on my way to the Hookah Lounge only to find that the tables are BOLTED into the floor and there was no where to dance. I talked to a girl about the available Dubstep dance parties in the old S.C., and busted a move to the trippy ass Dubstep that D.J. Cozy was spinnin' (the hookah-smoking crowd was a bit awestruck at my audacity). I don't give a shit. I was dressed to dance, and I was not at all worried about how ridiculous I looked or what people thought of me.
I went downtown and to the Blue Lagoon. I came, I saw, I danced, I left when the music changed to Nellie Furtado (I respect her as an artist but I was NOT feelin' her song to dance to). I ran into some street kids looking for acid and it reminded me of my youth! Bar, the homeless guy trying to help them out, helped me out by taking me to all the places that play funky music but nothing was close to the Dubstep I was looking for....while the 17 year olds followed us like a gaggle of goslings. Hahaha, it sure was interesting, me in my ridiculous clubbin all white and Jamaican-colored outfit and an older homeless black dude with a single file entourage of teenagers walking down the street
Chatting with them, I saw my neighbor and friend Nick with 2 of his buddies, so I jumped in front of him and was like "HEY!!!!" and scared him because he didn't recognize me (my style of clothing changes and I don't really have a style, I'll wear anything if it looks good or is comfortable but I WILL NOT wear
PINK!) Turns out he and his buddies were on their way to their car to drive in the boonies in Soquel to a DUBSTEP PARTY!!!!
We shmobbed over there together, only to arrive as the music stopped and we were informed the COPS were coming to break up the party.
Apparently, if you look TOO HARD for a Dubstep dance party, you will NEVER find it. Serendipity rules, as we all probably know........