#fire eater problems

[acebreathesfire]

I miss fire so much that I’ve been pinch-extinguishing candles in my apartment.

However, I will not be eating fire again until this plague passes. Fire eating is not great for the lungs and immune system, it’s inherently risky, and I don’t want to do anything that might stretch first responders and hospital staff even further when they’re already at the breaking point. For now, candles will have to do.

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Finally at 5:45pm, I have eaten for the first time in 27 hours (don’t ask). What did I eat? A giant bag of M&Ms. Also, I have a chemical burn on my lower lip and it looks like a bee sting. Champion grown-up right here.

[acebreathesfire]

I’m gonna write a song called I Left All My Camp Fuel in Coney Island.

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Palm extinguish: the aftermath. Soot life.

(Palm extinguish is exactly what it sounds like: extinguishing your torch using the palm of your hand.)

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All the flavors!

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Sore throat and sniffles from working in a plague pit don’t stand a chance against tomorrow night’s 2-hour class where I’m helping teach fire eating and fleshing. Or so I’m telling myself. Might be demoing a lot of extinguishing and transfer tricks.

[acebreathesfire]

When your fire eating and breathing fuel of choice straight up lies to you right on the bottle. “Sootless.” That’s a good one.

[acebreathesfire]

Monday fire eater mood