Simon and I met the weirdest guys on Saturday night. We parked a couple blocks up from Butter and Paradise Lounge. When we got out of the car there were two young white guys standing by my car drinking a huge bottle of whiskey. They seemed harmless but I did look back while we were walking away to see if they were breaking into my car. Anyways, we headed out to Butter for the evening, had a great time and all that. At closing time we were headed back up 11th to the car when these two guys stopped us to ask for a light. Then one of them goes, "hey you guys were the ones who parked outside of our place. feel free to park there anytime! what's your name? we're Canadian!". Turns out these two kids, who were still sucking on that huge whiskey bottle, are from Hamilton, ON and were planning to move to Minnesota to start a farm. (to grow what I don't know). They ended up here in SF, one is a web developer, the other a school teacher. Both have dual citizenship and seem to enjoy spending their evenings walking around SoMa getting hammered and serenading people with their guitar. One of them, the school teacher, was a spitting image of Garth from Wayne's world. Ya gotta love meeting people in SF.