Druggy Kong Country

I glanced at my purple fingers nails while sitting alone in my car. I was parked in the McDonald's parking lot and I forget why. I don't even remember driving up here. Suddenly, my heart jumped up in my throat when I heard what sounded like a bomb ticking. But it was just my phone ringing. I rolled my eyes just looking at the caller idea. I've been ignoring this bitch all day. I picked up the phone and answered it. "Leave me alone, cunt!" I shouted. "You still haven't paid child support you stupid bastard!" my ex-girlfriend said. I rolled my eyes. "You know grandma's sick, you whore. You know I gotta help her out and buy shit. You'll get your damn money when you stop being such a whiny bitch!" I hung up then set the phone on mute. I'd tell her to go to Hell, but not even Satan wants her ass. All that brief yelling I did took my breath away. God, I'm exhausted... I hope the wage slaves in that unhealthy contraption don't mind I take a little snooze in the parking lot.
Later I woke up to a bass slowly thumping. I thought I turned that shit off? But as my eyes slowly opened I realized it was my heart pounding slowly. Damn it hurts. I wiped my eyes and took another look at my fingers. They were even more purple than they were an hour ago. I need my fix before my next nap is permanent. I'd hate to die at McDonald's. I would rather die at Burger King. I took a slow deep breath and drove out of there with my headlights on. I'm heading to the den. My second home... the place that angels speak to me about while I sleep. My headlights' brights creeped into the quiet neighborhood not far from where I lived. My red eyes peered across the land. Boarded up windows on my left and an abandoned police car on my right. A sight I'm used to seeing every other day. I parked my car out front and made my way up to the den. I stopped on the third step to catch my breath. Good lord... I thought about praying to the big G in the sky, but my mind went back to the cure. A few more steps towards Heaven's gates and I'll be cured. I slowly made my way up the steps and knocked on the door. No one answered. I can't keep waiting like this, so I just let myself in. 
Soon as I entered, the aroma of marijuana smoke and the sounds of an ambient synth with subtle reverb and an echo tinge penetrated my eardrums. I was hearing the sound of the underwater level from Donkey Kong Country. I looked toward the couch and saw my life saver, Richie, just chilling. He was puffing some of that good green and holding a syringe with a glowing blue liquid in his other hand. "You look like you've seen a ghost." Richie said to me. As I approached him, I saw a skinny figure with pale white skin and sunken black eyes in my peripheral vision. I turned to my left in shock, while simultaneously scared of the demon I'm about to face. But what I saw was... Me. My reflection staring back at me in the mirror. I quickly turned away because I couldn't handle seeing what had become of me. But I couldn't care less about looks right now. I need the cure.
Just as I was about to ask Richie where my stuff was, I felt morning's breakfast come up in my throat. I rushed to the bathroom, where I proceeded to vomit chunks in the toilet before the Devil whispered something in my ear and I passed out. I don't know how long I was out for, but when I did wake up I felt even weaker than before. I pulled out my phone to check the time but instead I was greeted with dozens of missed calls, mainly by my ex-girlfriend. There was also a text message from her. "Your son wants to know where his father is." I felt like throwing up again after reading it, so I immediately put the phone away and stumbled out the bathroom door. As I made my way to the living room, I tripped over what felt like a snake. Perhaps? No, it was a controller cord to the SNES. I got back up and approached Richie. "Ay, Rich I'm dyin' here... Do you got...?" I paused when I noticed his eyes were staring up at the ceiling and not moving. His mouth was agape and he was also not breathing. "Ay Rich, come on," I tried nudging him. I looked at his arm and saw he stuck that needle in it with the mysterious blue liquid. The veins around his arm were pulsating a neon blue. Maybe he's in the happy place and he'll come back when he needs a refill. But I got no time to worry about my mans. I need my dose now or it's lights out.
I felt though Richie's pockets pulling out whatever I could find. Keys? Don't need these... A pouchie full of the happy stuff? Don't mind if I do. A dead man's gold is still gold. I put four pills in the palm of my hand and flung them in my pie hole. I reached for Richie's half-drank Budwiser can and began gulping those bad boys down. I then plopped on the couch next to Richie. My eyes locked on the TV as the pixelated blue ocean water and green coral illuminated on my face. I could feel the effects setting in. I felt less weak and I could tell my mind was getting ready to go for a spin. While sitting on the couch, I could feel something poking me between the cushions. I reached my hand down there and pulled out another baggy. This one had shrooms in it. I immediately ripped it open and began smoking them with a pipe I had in my pocket. Now the fun really starts. I haven't gamed in a while, so I might as well play the Super Nintendo in front of me. I picked up the controller and unpaused the game. I was swimming as Diddy Kong in Coral Capers. Man, I haven't played this game in ages and I still remember this level. The music for this place is making my high feel even better. It feels like the music is playing through my soul, if Satan didn't already take it. The bubbles in the water felt like they were coming out of the screen thanks to this high. That's what these pills + shrooms will do. And the best part hasn't set in yet... The visual hallucinations.
I continued swimming my ape friend through the mysterious waters of Kong Island, collecting a few bananas as I avoided the shark enemies. The water became more wavy as I went on and the hue started changing a bit. The effects are running through my mind like wild right now. As I continued to swim up, I accidentally collided with a shark. For some reason my body jolted violently when this happened. So much so it made me drop the control. My ears began ringing and I felt a sharp pain in my chest. Then, for whatever reason an image of my dying grandmother flashed before my eyes. I put my hands over my head, rubbed my eyes, then reopened them. My high slowly returned. I don't know what the hell just happened but I don't want to experience that again. Maybe getting hit by the shark scared me, I don't know. I'm too high to feel anything really, other than whatever that was.
I picked up the controller and continued to enjoy my high while playing this nostalgic relic from my childhood. Every time those trippy synths come in I can feel my fingertips tingle. I love it. Unfortunately the song ended when I reached the end and appeared on the world map. Oh well. I turned to my right to look at my good friend Richie. His mouth was still hung wide open. Could've sworn I seen a roach crawl out of it. I grabbed his beer and poured a little in his mouth and closed his jaw. I wish he would return from Hell to trip balls with me. His guardian angel misses him... Before I could unpause the game, my phone dinged. If that whore wants to ruin my high, I'm not gonna let her. Just the thought of her bitching at me gives me a headache. I grabbed a couple more pills, swallowed them, and continued the game. 
The next level was Barrel Cannon Canyon. No trippy music here, sadly. Right off the bat I accidentally slipped my thumb off the D-Pad and got attacked by a Kremling. Once again an electric shock traveled through my body followed by a white flash. This time I felt the worst headache I ever felt in my life. I closed my eyes and this time I saw an image of my mom crying while next to my grandma's death bed. I opened my eyes and saw there was a strange tall figure standing in the corner of the room. Scared, I closed my eyes again, this time I saw my son crying in an empty room by himself. My heart jumped in my throat and I felt a strong urge to throw up. God, all I wanted to do was get high and play Donkey Kong, why am I seeing these horrible images of my family? My high wasn't returning and I could feel something travel up my throat. The room titled warped as I hurried to the bathroom. 
I opened the toilet lid and inside was a pitch black liquid. I started at it for a seconds because I could see a reflection of myself in it. But it didn't look like me. This was some demonic humanoid with sunken eyes and no life in them. I don't look like this... I refuse to believe it. I threw up in the bowl upon the sight of looking at it. Soon as I did, the toilet sprayed the vomit mixed with black liquid into my mouth. I put my hands over my mouth in shock, and stumbled back into the bathtub. I threw up all over myself in the process. Before I could even process what had happened, the bathroom door slowly creaked open. The moonlight from outside illuminated only a small portion of the bathroom. And what entered from that door made my heart beat the fastest it ever had. 
A tall, ape-like creature in all-black that resembled Manky Kong stepped from the darkness. It approached me quickly in a very erratic fashion. The ape stretched it's long arm out in front of me and it's sharp fingers began to stroke my hair. It's acrid oder and touch made me want to vomit again. The creature speared a wide grin on its face displaying rows of razor sharp teeth as it glided its fingernails around my neck. That's when it grabbed both hands and began choking me. I gasped and thrashed around trying to get the ape off me, but it was too powerful. My lungs felt deflated and I could feel my kidneys being emptied. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I wanted to yell for help, but I couldn't. I stared at it's terrifying face with my eyes bulging out of my eye sockets. It's face began slowly morphing into familiar faces I knew. My mom, my son, my grandmother... This is the worst trip I ever had! I want it to stop! I take drugs to get away from my problems, not for them to strangle me and stare me down... But I can't fight it anymore. This demon's got me by throat and it won't stop until I ring Lucifer's doorbell. If I can't get high anymore, then take me. And so I let it. The feeling in my fingers and toes faded and so did my vision.
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I can't see. I can't feel. I can't smell. But I can hear. All I hear is the sound of these repetitive beeps going in sync with my loud heart beat. They got louder and louder until my vision finally came back, but it was very blurry. I could see these four blinding lights on a ceiling, with these humanoid figures staring down at me. Inside I could feel each agonizing and excruciating heart beat. I tried coughing, but nothing would come out. I closed my eyes, but I quickly reopened them, because the lights distracted me from the painful heart beats vibrating through my entire body. Each pump of blood that traveled through my veins made it feel like my bones were coming to break at any moment. I tried to cry, but there were no more tears left. My body was drained. I'm no longer seeing the hallucinations of a bad trip... I think I'm experiencing the slow and painful process of death.
New sounds then began filling my ear drum. Disembodied voices... I couldn't make out what they were saying, but their speech patterns and the vibrations I could feel and recognize them. They were my family. My mother, my ex, m son... I could hear them. I tried keeping my eyes open but they kept blacking out. And each time I opened them the light and figures faded more and more. As did the voices of my family. All I could feel now were the slow, painful heart beats of poor twisted me. The finally, one last agonizing, pulsating heartbeat. It was so loud that everything around me shattered. 
The blackness faded, and nothing but blinding white surrounded me. I felt cold, but I didn't feel dead. At least not yet. Pixelated colors swirled and twirled around me, eventually morphing into a pale green and tan palette that formed a familiar image. It was the game of Donkey Kong Country. I was shocked to see it. I have no idea where I am or why this game is showing up. My surroundings were all white and I couldn't even see myself. And all I could hear were my ears ringing loudly. But I could see the screen. Tinted a pale green and tan, it was the first level of the game. Diddy Kong laid on the ground, barley clinging onto life. I could tell by his breathing that his heartbeat was slow too. I saw in the top-right corner that I only had one life left. I just knew what this meant.
Somehow, I guess with my mind, I was able to slowly advance Diddy Kong through the level. He could barely walk and would often collapse on the jungle floor. It was as if Diddy Kong was feeling my pain and suffering. I felt so bad putting my misery on one of my favorite video game characters. There were no enemies, collectibles, or barrels... just the emptiness of this barren jungle I had such fond memories of as a child. Come to think of it, my first childhood memory was of playing this very game. If I don't get to the end in time, this may be my last memory too. 
I felt so weak. This was the most tired I have ever been in my entire life. But I couldn't let go. Not now, not when I need to save myself and prevent my family from going through the tragedy of losing a father and a son. Diddy Kong, on his dying breathe, advanced forward a few more pixels. I could see the end. It was so close, yet so far... I took my last breath and held it. Using the rest of my energy left in my body, I used it to scurry Diddy through the last portion of the level before he finally reached the end. The screen flashed a bright, blinding white as if my life was flashing before my very eyes. The pain, the darkness, and now... the light. It was all fading. Donkey Kong Country vanished from my dying vision and I could no longer feel my breath or heart.
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A piercing ringing sound ran through my ears followed by the sound of the title screen of Donkey Kong Country playing in my head. I opened my eyes and saw I was laying in a hospital bed. Doctors later told me I was pronounced dead but I somehow survived. They are completely baffled as to how. "You took the equivalent of 8 bags of Heroine." they told me. I was detoxed at the hospital and when I was released I emitted myself into rehab. I can't keep running away from my problems. I must face them and be a father to my son. I can't go through what I just went through again. I don't want to go back to that dark place ever again.
I've been 4 months sober and I now have a stable job. I try to see my son whenever I can, and this time I do really check up on my grandmother and instead of lying about it. I have a poster of Donkey Kong Country hanging up in my room to remind myself of what I went through. I don't think anyone would get it if I explained it to them. They'd probably think I'm crazy. But power to the heavens that be, that game saved my life. As I was going through my dresser, I found a bottle of pills. I took a pill out and questioned myself... "Would getting a quick buzz be that bad?" I looked up at the poster of Donkey Kong Country and told myself no. I flushed the pills down the toilet. Hopefully that's the last time I ever touch a pill.
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