I take writing classes through an organization called Gotham Writers' Workshop. They held a contest, which I did not enter, for 91 word flash memoirs. This is the winner, highlighted on The Daily Beast's website.

This tiny little snippet of words, of a human life flawlessly encapsulated, makes me so fired up/angry/hater/jealous that you know it's just amazing. Amazing. Find a word that isn't powerful and perfect and right. I dare you.

It's probably unflattering to admit that I get the jealous writer angries, or the jealous singer angries. However, if that is your opinion, shut up. The best work from others inspires you to get your hands dirty, to work harder, to be better, to fucking fight. I love this feeling. It's where I get work done.

I wanna punch something.