This is a drawing about those moments when you get that little bit too f**ked and aren't really enjoying yourself that much anymore.

The teenager stood on the log is a youthful character, perhaps not all that aware of the risks they are taking with their drugs and alcohol and vulnerable because of it. A giant pilled eye with a severely diluted pupil shows us his perspective and looks on at the turbulant mess all around him.
In the bottom left corner we see a man waiting patiently, weathering the storm with an umbrella and taking the time to have a smoke while he waits at the exit sign, luggage in hand. on the right, a benign spliff creature emerges from out of the sea of mess and is sat quite calmly. Its head rising up through it all and ending with the lit end of a joint, with what seems like a halo coming from it. This being a representation of the use of weed as being a stabiliser in moments like these.