Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai

Slightly a different feeling when I was watching it now as when I first saw it about six years ago. Which is a difference when you're 16. Plus it was at home. In Denver. The parents were on holiday. I was alone. For the first time. Very late at night. About 2 or 3 a.m. (which was really late for me back then. Now even 8 a.m. isn't that late. But that's a different story...). And those were strange days...or weeks even. Moon was playing tricks. As was the strange stuff we smoked at the party the previous night. Ay, good ol' dayz...