Sunday, July 6, 2008

New Day #192

When I asked Nicholas Kessler, one of the lunatics from the Liberators, if he would teach me to eat fire, he replied, “Sure. We’ll start with rubbing alcohol instead of gas.”

I see. Because I’ll be so much less nervous swallowing rubbing alcohol.

I needn’t have worried, because Nicholas taught me Crazy Richard’s Prayer of the Juggler:

God of jugglers,
Goddess of freaks,
Please hear me speak.
Please grant me my one desire
Don’t let me catch on fire.


And I didn’t, due to Nicholas's careful and thoughtful instruction. As with many of the experiences I’ve had this year, I’ve learned that one of the keys to overcoming a fear is simply having the right information.

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9 comments:

David said...

Yikes!

Fran said...

Okay, as far as I'm concerned, this one MORE than makes up for missing one little day! Wow!

Courtenay said...

What does fire taste like?

Marc Acito said...

It's like sipping a very hot drink.

Lewis said...

it's quite clear that you have lost it. absolutely nuts. now, where do i sign up for this crazy ordeal?

kcn said...

Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire! *Translated*: holy f'n sh*t I can't believe you did that!

Greg said...

Bravo!

Erin said...

Hooray! As a fire-eater myself, I can't tell you how super-pleased I am that you have joined our ranks!!! Good for you, Marc!

Marc Acito said...

Thanks, Erin. Is that why you're a redhead?