9 MoonflowerAM @catherinefornevr 5hHey world, whatcha doing tonight? Coming to see Dangerheart’s big premiere at the Trial by Fire, right? #ifyourenothereyoushouldbe #trialbyfire The next Friday night, I find myself watching a boy with a whipped-cream smiley face painted on his bare chest try to walk across a rope, an inflatable doll hanging on to his shoulders. Below stretches a trench of molten fire, bubbling. Surrounding: a horde of wet, sandy, flower-adorned, similarly creamed onlookers. They chant: “Ha-ka-la-ka! Ha-ka-la-ka!” The voices swell as the boy makes his was across the undulating wire. Legs wobble. Lava boils. “HA KA LA KA—” He lurches, the doll slips free. The boy lunges to grab it and plunges to his doom. The crowd explodes. He emerges from the red-lit trough soaked and slicked. The “lava” smells like vegetable oil and cherries and, at this point, who-knows-what-else. “BadASS!” Ari Fletcher shouts through a megaphone. His nose is zinced white and he’s wearing a straw hat and Hawaiian shirt.
