Lala Denialé

Another year, another Birthday wasted. No friends in state, no family you care to talk about, and your 23rd Birthday looks about as crappy as your last one. No cake, no singing, just you sitting in your crappy apartment, eating instant Ramen in bed, brooding, while Hard Rock plays in the background off your second-hand radio. That's when you hear the doorbell ring. You groan as you climb out of bed and turn the radio off, knowing you'll have to shoo away another solicitor. You open the door, and see... a clown?