grew up in a small, cow-like town.  There was nothing around.  There was nothing to do.  I became bored and started to do bad things.  I would steal from my mom.  I would use the money I bought to fulfill my addiction to music.  I bought so much music. My room was first filled with album crates then compact disc crates. My favorite genre of music was disco.  It still is to this day. Disco allowed me to escape what was happening in and out of my home.  My home was not a safe place to be. 

Growing up I had no friends.  Everyone was against me, even the unpopular people.  I was in a subculture of my own. I often feel to this day I am still in that group by myself.  I was the lone disco, King.

 Disco music saved my life.  The song, “Last night a DJ saved my life”, by Indeep was and is my theme song.  A DJ did indeed save my life.  The whole disco culture saved my life.  I used music to escape and go somewhere else.  I knew all the disco dance moves and had all the latest disco hits and the underground grooves only a die-hard disco fanatic could find.  I was hooked. And it was an expensive habit.  I had my own paper route with the Green Sheet to help pay for my habit. All my money earned went toward buying music.  (to be cont…)

Even though I had my music, I had no friends.  My friends were the music groups I loved to listen to: Chic, Donna Summer, Andy Gibb, the soundtrack to Saturday Night Fever.  I bought myself one of those music boxes that had lights that moved to the music.  I had my own disco in my bedroom.