My name is Christopher Bogutski, I'm a fireeater.
It's very dangerous, do not recommend trying this at home.
I am a train professional, I've been trained by people that have been doing it for years.
There are precautions that you have to do before you even light a torch.
The specific fire torches are made with Kevlar that you submerge into the Coleman white gas.
You want to shake off extra fuel because you don't want any of it to drip off and splash
back into or onto something that could catch on fire.
And then it helps to burn a little bit of the fuel off by doing some manipulations.
Then as some of the flame dies down, it can be placed into the mouth.
You can feel the heat within your mouth on the underside of your teeth.
It burns enamel off of teeth.
So if you favor your teeth, do not do fire anything.
And I can probably hear you guys asking yourselves, how does he keep this awesome wonderful mustache
in line?
Well, a trick of the trade that I use is glue stick, not wax.
Waxes are flammable.
Glue stick keeps it maintained for long hours and it's water soluble and flame retardant.
Well, not really flame retardant, but flame proof.
That's still the same thing, sorry.
But I keep it well-trimmed right in the middle.
Any loose hairs, I try to comb in and hold them in place with the glue.
If anything is astray, unfortunately, it'll be sacrificed for the art that I love, which
is fire-eating.
Well, with what I do, a lot of people would consider freak or freaky, but in all honesty,
people are amazed at some of the things that I do.
It's a wonderful feeling to see their reaction to what I'm doing, whether it be eating fire,
eating a light bulb, laying on a bed of nails, or squeezing myself through the tennis racket.
When the crowd is into it, they love it.
You can feel that connection, that joy that they're having with the show, and it gives
you that capability of giving 100% even more.
Let's hear it for the ladies and gentlemen.
Well, the boar, as you've probably been noticing over my shoulder, is a good friend.
A friend of mine, I like to call him Mr. Snout.
He just hangs around every once in a while and just has a permanent place in my house.
And that is how you escape from a tennis racket.
