Oscar Castro

I'll be waiting for you.

He's like, okay.

That was the last we spoke.

Now two hours go by.

I'm outside in front.

There's a Swiss hotel with a casino on the first floor.

So I'm sitting at the casino at one of the machines playing that has a view to the front entrance of my hotel, which is across the street because I had a bad feeling.

So I'm sitting there playing, but I'm also watching the door and just seeing if anything is strange or out of place.

Never felt anything wrong.

When the two hours go by, I walk across the street.

And when I walk in into reception, the young lady that was always there wasn't there.

But there was a different guy there.

So he looks at me and he says, Mr. Castro.

And for some reason, like I'm like the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I just looked at him.

I was like, yes.

He's like, your friend is over there waiting for you.

I was like, oh, OK, thank you.

And I turned around and there's this guy over there and he stands up.

So I'm like, hey, what's up, buddy?

Like if we're old friends, we know each other, you know, because we're old friends.