There is a barber shop in India where they will set your hair on fire. On purpose, I mean. People ask for it. They douse your hair with fragrance to retard the smell of smoke (as if that were the main objection). Then they blowtorch you. The top of your head ignites. Flames shoot up, maybe six or eight inches. Then the barber just sits back there and combs and cuts, combs and cuts, like it’s the most normal thing in the world.