“I used to bartend at this club in Vegas. It was a pretty sweet gig. Lot of celebrities would come through and all that. One night, Criss Angel came by, the dude from Mindfreak. He took a seat at the bar and we talked for a bit. Seemed like a nice guy. He was drinking mojitos most of the night. After a few, I made him another and said, "It's on the house". He was quiet for a second and then started saying some shit about "cosmic energy" and "atomic transformation" or something. Next thing I know, the glass has disappeared from the counter and he says "It's not just on the house, it’s on your house." Then he gets up and leaves. No payment, no tip, no nothing. A few hours later, I finish my shift and head home a little frustrated from everything that happened. As I walk towards my door, I hear this rustling and groaning coming from the side of the house. I walk over and see a ladder on the ground next to some shattered glass. Then I spot some legs sticking out of the hedges. I walk closer and see that it's Criss Angel. He's got the wind knocked out of him or something and he's telling me that he was trying to climb onto the roof so he could put a mojito on top of it. I asked him why and he said 'So I could put it on YOUR house." I still didn't understand and he said "Never mind". The fire department came later and got him out. To this day, I don't really know what he was doing there. I guess that's just magicians for you. Very mysterious people."