This is what I remember about the first time I was on fire. It was a gay club. I was wearing a leather outfit with chains across the chest. I blew a fireball and what I always say is that the air conditioner kicked on and it blew back on me, but that may be made up, or a lie. I wasn’t very good at fire-eating. I had only learned a few months
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This is actually in the past - the interns both learned and did it successfully, though they weren't ready to put it in a show yet :)
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Playing with fire and being marked by the experience is kind of a metaphor for your life, but that's because you are more willing to take risks and do unusual things than most of us.
I envy your bravery in all that you do. :)
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I like the repeating in this and how it seems fire was an aspect of change each time.
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Thanks!
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