Under the neon lights of East Van, DJ Doubloon leaned over the mixing board while DJ Kangkine carefully arranged bottles of cold-pressed juice on a folding table.

“Okay,” Doubloon said, adjusting his headphones. “Hear me out. We combine all the parties. The juice party, the oxygen party, and the mushroom microdose party. A full wellness rave.”

Kangkine laughed. “You mean the triple-crown healing summit?”

“Exactly,” said Doubloon. “Everyone’s tired of fighting. We hydrate the body, oxygenate the brain, and microdose the mind.”

Kangkine looked around the hall.

“The venue is perfect,” he said, pointing at the stage inside the
Croatian Cultural Centre.

“Big dance floor, great acoustics, and half the neighborhood already comes here for weddings and community dinners.”

Doubloon nodded.

“Picture it: one room with DJs and ambient music, another room with oxygen bars where people breathe deep and relax, and a long table with fresh juices—carrot, beet, orange, ginger. Tikkun Olam hydration.”

“And the microdose?” asked Kangkine.

“Tiny,” said Doubloon, pinching his fingers together. “Philosopher level. Just enough so everyone remembers they’re on the same planet.”

Kangkine grinned.

“Peacekeeping through produce and oxygen tanks.”

“And mushrooms,” Doubloon added.

“Right,” said Kangkine. “The holy trinity of Vancouver nightlife.”

The two DJs looked out at the empty hall of the Croatian Center.

“By midnight,” Doubloon said, “this place will look like a United Nations dance floor.”

Kangkine raised a bottle of beet juice like a toast.

“To peace parties on Commercial Drive.”

“And to repairing the world,” said Doubloon, pressing play on the first track. 🎧🍄🥤💨