Some Disco King's Journal - Part III

Late 1994


Business is blooming. To tell you the truth I haven't lit up a cigarette for a year now. All we do is »puff, puff, pass«, sometimes up to 20 joints a day. To get a better feel for things, check out the second and the first part of the series.


It's finally Friday night, and there was a new club (»discotheque«, as we call it here) opening in the capital. Of course, as the self-proclaimed "Disco King", I landed on the guest list - in exchange for providing people with “positive energy”. This energy came in various shapes and sizes - pills of ecstasy being the main one.

New friends/clients were made that night, about 30 of them. After I left at 5 am, and the bar closed, people were outside still listening to their car-stereos and dancing.

The need for partying was eventually drowned out by the call of duty as I had to fit the image of a good boy - bread had to be delivered.


"This was the perfect cue for the introduction of speed. For all the newbies, it's a white, odourless, bitter-tasting powder and an addictive central nervous system stimulant."


Just from curiosity, after the last drop, I went back and found people still not giving a f*ck about sleeping. Since I have been partying for the whole night and working right after my body was shattered. It was the perfect cue for the introduction of speed.  

For all the newbies, it's a white, odourless, bitter-tasting powder and an addictive central nervous system stimulant. Boom, I still don’t know how, but I was a new man. My mind was focused, the body was kicking and screaming - ready for a fresh day in the biz.

At 3 PM people were starting to dial me up, stuff had to be dealt. I was aware of values degrading as high school students were slowly becoming my most frequent customers. Luckily there were things like skunk and ecstasy to "ease" the pain.


"The boss is finally convinced of my talents - I'm entrusted with a new addition to the menu - 50 LSD papers."


Fast forward a couple of months. The boss is finally convinced of my talents - I'm entrusted with a new addition to the menu - 50 LSD papers. I think to myself, “nobody even knows what these are, how am I going to sell them?!” But then I remember who’s my target group – young, naïve and “adventurous” teenagers…

The daily income rose up to 60,000 SIT (Slovenian Tolar – the currency before Euros - today roughly around 300€). If I were smart back then, I would cut the drug usage – not because of its side effects, more because I'd double my profits. 

By Joze, edited on 10 June 2018