You Don't Have to go Home, but You Can't Stay Here

“The ultimate last call is death.”
The Chemical Buddha seemed to swing between being on top of the world and a preoccupation with his own mortality. But when he was using, he saw how his view of the world depended entirely upon what chemicals were flowing through his body. So was reality when he was sober or was reality when he was high off his ass? Regardless of which it was, whenever last call/death came, reality, as he knew it ceased. And while there was always a chance he had something at home to keep the party going, once death came, the party was over. His atoms would then disperse and join other parties somewhere else. And the thought of his atoms going to another party without him was enough to make him drink heavily. Although he didn’t give a shit about the atoms he got rid of himself. He was perfectly happy leaving them behind.
How do you feel being left behind?
How do you feel about leaving others behind?