I see a man that just stepped out of his apartment after a long fight with his girl friend. She wants him to continue taking night classes at the local technical institute but he doesn't feel he's cut out for it and wants to quit. He's content with his cashier's job at Walmart and he's pretty certain he can convince his boss to give him a hefty raise in a couple months. As he smokes his cigarette, pondering over the argument, he hears his girl friend crying and turns his head towards the door, which brings us that very moment, seen above. OR, maybe he's smoking a crack-laced joint and keeps seeing hallucinations of a dead clown raving in the next room. The clown is sporting nothing but a few strategically placed glow sticks in his butt and some poorly made balloon animals tied around his penis. All the while, the clown keeps screaming "jigga, jigga, booo!." Am I close?

I like the first scenario.

Mine goes like this:

I see a teenage boy that came home from school via skateboard only to find his mother strung out on the couch again and he can't bring himself to go back in there and watch the train wreck again, he slumps down against the wall and lights a cigarette and ponders leaving here for good this time. No more weekends and a Monday at a friends house, no, this time another town, somehow, somehow.

Well there it is. And perhaps he'll think to himself "Well, hell, once the liver disease and lung cancer takes hold, none of this trivial bullshit will matter to me anyway."

Cool, I like the dark colours.