We arrived there, and they had our names on a sign, misspelled, so that was the first warning that something wasn’t quite right. They had a white van, and the first thing my wife Gloria says is, ‘We need to get some weed,’ so they take us to this horrible place in the ghetto, downtown Trench Town, and it was sketchy as fuck. There’s shady motherfuckers everywhere, but I’m thinking, ‘We’re with these guys, we’re good, they’re Mark’s friends.’ So, they buy some weed and we drive around for a while, it’s like a two-hour drive, and they’re not talking much, but we’re totally unaware that these are not the guys.
We get to the hotel, and the hotel doesn’t allow outside people to come in, so Gloria and I get in a huge fight with the manager, like, 'Listen motherfucker, we paid a huge amount of money to stay here. These guys are our friends and they’re coming with us or we’re going somewhere else.' It’s late and they don’t want to drive all the way back to Kingston, so we fight with the manager and let them stay in our room.
We go to the room and the first thing I notice that’s wrong is he’s asking me the prices of everything. I pull out my boombox and he’s like, ‘How much is that?’ ‘I don’t know, maybe $200.’ And I have a CD book with like, 500 CDs, and he’s like ‘How much is that?’ ‘I don’t know... $500?’ Then they’re trying to get us to rent a car, and I think the plan was to rent a car, kidnap us and kill us, or something really crazy like that. Another warning sign was that I gave him the remote for the TV and he had no idea what to do with it. It was like I gave him a spaceship controller! He acted like he’d never seen one, which was a little bit weird.