Tory Belleci - Early Amateur Science Experiments

Early Amateur Science Experiments

Belleci has a long history of working with fire and explosives. At an early age, his dad showed him how to make a Molotov cocktail. He later built what was essentially a homemade flamethrower. The device was a problem when he accidentally lit part of his house on fire. When he was 19, he was nearly arrested for setting off a home made pipe bomb near his parents' home in Seaside, California. The officer encouraged young Belleci to find a way of expressing his love for explosions and special effects that did not involve getting arrested.

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