New York, New York: big city of mooks. Not only the Mecca of Hip Hop but also one of the world’s premiere people-watching hot spots. Unlike in Istanbul and Caracas, the people of New York City are on the forefront of the cosmopolitan elite that dictates trends all across the world. Having said this, even the bums have fresh …Read More

Brudders! This is Mr.FallingTree, your Mook Life Shaman. The South: home of that demon trap and all things trippy, mane. An area we have yet to explore and document… a true goldmine of mookness. The journey begins in the Lone Star State and would have any true Mook feeling right at home, like strolling on …Read More

April was no different than any other month. I mean, how many of these fucking recaps have we done so far? Guess what motherfuckers…this one ain’t different. We are still chilling on the streets, getting drunk, getting stoned, eating too much, throwing up, breaking shit, bombing, not getting enough pussy and loving life. Fuck man, …Read More

Spring is in the air and so is the smell of a million perfumes that run alongside Halal vapors, subway drafts, rubber tires and cold steel. The Island City parks are overfilled with self conscious tourist but you can still catch a good conversation between two red-faced bums with the heavyset Brooklyn accent, sharing tips …Read More

Legendary All-City Chilling. Do a little toots, cop a little slice. Walk the long alleyways and catch a few tags. Holler at some shorties and try to powerslide into an event without paying. Classic shit that never gets old, like inappropriate jokes and loud stories that go nowhere. Michael and I have exercised our right …Read More

Spring has finally arrived in Mooktreal city. As the unpredictable weather reaches new heights, the birth of a new season slowly comes around as our city awakens from its winter-long slumber. The neighborhoods come alive again, the mooks show their faces under the sunlight and the familiar bustle of the streets warms our hearts as …Read More

The world is my dartboard. I threw a dart and landed in Phuket Island. I threw another and it landed in the Nagev desert. Once, I threw a dart and landed in your girl’s bed. I just can’t stop throwing them. You never know where they might fall or what you will encounter. When we …Read More

For those of y’all who aren’t aware, our government is increasing tuition fees over the next little while. These kids are pissed off and so are their parents. No job and nothing to do, I guess we might as well go down to these protests and copp a beer or two. Although none of us …Read More

My camping game? Top notch! My Magic Mushroom game? Top Notch! Yeah no question I’m living on the edge. The purpose of going into the wild was not to escape the noise and the urban chaos but rather to avoid the cops in order to do lots of drugs and make as much noise as I want. Well it’s the same thing with Snowshoeing, I don’t practice the craft for athletic purposes. I simply apply the snow shoes in order to increase my sensations while I’m tripping on a 3.5 of Magic Mushrooms in the middle of the winter.

This next All-City Chilleur challenge is called Three Stops On The Strip. The concept is simple: Just hit a strip that you usually would never go on and stop at three (or more) random (or chosen) locations. For this one, Tron and I chose to go on Wellington in Verdun because we both appreciate that …Read More

When I think of Vegas, I can’t help but have cliché visions of extravagant hotels covered in intricate neon lights, gigantic, lavish casinos filled with overweight Americans, old folks glued to slot machines, corny tourists, cologne-drenched ballers and hookers with fake body parts. Vegas is where people go to get married by Elvis on a …Read More

Another month of the year went down in history on the calendar of the mook adventures. We got to witness a lot of great things in this past month. Notably, Mook Life’s first appearance at the Montreal fashion week to showcase the new clothing line. We gave it up for Scott C and Simahlak, who …Read More

February in Montreal can sometimes turn into the same routine: staying close to home for most of the frozen month. Not this Injun. I’m finna pack up the camera, some stickers and head south. Popping Patron bottles and mooking it out on the streets of Queens with Mercer was a must. Chilling with Hip Hop …Read More

Skipping through the snow with bottles in hand, it’s the wholesomely obnoxious Mook Life squad. We dodging cops and security agents, only to enjoy what is rightfully ours. The city never sleeps and the cocaine ensures this policy stays active and running in full effect. We finna go to the museum at 2AM just like …Read More

Did you ever ask yourself if you are an Alcoholic? The question is, do you drink when you are by yourself? Well, I sure do. Drinking at home or abroad…it’s sumthing we all do. I know that I’m not the only one doing so, I just happen to own hardbody evidence of my international alcoholism. I’m maintaining from early morning to late night. I’m a rock star and I carry my good habits everywhere I stomp grounds.This next post is dedicated to the Art of getting drunk.