I originally wanted to do a monthly get together with some good friends, good weed, good food and a great movie. I was excited to play projectionist at home & turning people on to some amazing films. So what happened? It all started to sound like a hassle. All those people at my place. My dope all smoked up. It was so perfect in my mind, it was bound to get ruined. But the name was too good to let go of, so I thought, why not a blog?
Welcome to Marijuana Movie Night.
A.K.A. Five Minutes to Live where the man in black goes psychopath. This was during his speed gobbling days before the famous middle finger photograph and San Quentin.
It's not that good like an Elvis film, but it is Johnny Cash.