My ruby red diamond sparkles between my teeth as I drink slowly the whisky that burns my throut. Staring at the words I wrote on the wall, in graffiti colors and style, laughter rolls from my tongue, thinking why in the hell I wrote that shit.. A drunken fit explodes and my switchblade meets the concrete causing sparks to fly. I wonder why my knife won't sink into the wall. Hearing the police call, I stroll off into the darkness, leaving the knife scratchmarks as my calling card.