I feel like a dummy for misplacing the slip of paper that had these two guys names on it. They were my neighbours at the Sapphire Inn and worked in the mines during the week before returning to their families on the weekend. When I arrived they were sitting out front of their room, listening to classic southern soul music and drinking cheap beers. We talked about bikes mostly, and Canada's more progressive marijuana laws and subsequently their plans on immigration north. I liked these guys.