By Allison K Williams
Not the show where I caught on fire. The first time I was accidentally on fire was in Chicago. As the finale of a nightclub performance of fire-dancing and fire-eating, I blew a fireball. The air conditioning kicked on and blew the fire back. I’d heard since childhood to “stop, drop and roll,” but I didn’t. Instead, I frantically brushed my body with both hands, trying to whisk the fire off. A patron shoved me down and rolled me, and after a trip to the emergency room...
Published on August 22, 2024 04:00