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

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

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

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

This is a game we like to call Dart & Farts. To play it, you’ll need the following: weed and/or hash, papers, lighter, darts, a bit of money, access to car and/or public transportation and the map of your city. The concept is simple as fuck, so any mook can participate. Basically, every mook gets three darts …Read More

Here we go again, the team is back with another video recap of our antics straight from the bowels of Montreal City. You know we detain the class-1 ‘License to Chill’ membership card because the block recognizes the sole of our shoes as soon as that foot hits the pavement. From uptown train track painting …Read More

Word Life, the sequel of the Sleeping in Public discipline is finally here. This is my department; let me invite yall to my office for a hot minute. I have many years of hard body experience in the game so it’s only right that break down my knowledge in full force with this sequel. We here to enlighten the Sleeping in Public discipline, heavenly felt from the bottom of my heart. Ladies and Gentlemen, this is: The Art of Sleeping in Public Part 2.

The holiday season came and went but the celebrations are far from over. Time after time, we plow through the thick snow like a twelve-ton Caterpillar only to end up at another dead-end party, where the DJ might be subject to heavy heckling and/or will get impaled with numerous objects, depending on how much he or she …Read More

Hooo-ly. This month got a mook exhausted as a motherfucker. I bet many of you are heavily medicated right now, ten spliffs deep and you feel that cold running up on you, slowly but surely. I feel you, my mooks. I’m out here, chillin’ in my long johns, Kleenex stuffed in both of my nostrils, …Read More

It’s the land where potholes are the size of swimming pools and jaywalking is the first thing a child learns when he’s able to use his legs. It’s the city where toots smoking is a sport done in any weather; from the coldest winter nights to the most humid summer afternoons. It’s the streets where …Read More

As days get shorter and the weather becomes colder, most of the population falls into depression with thoughts of a long winter ahead and are mentally preparing themselves for the seasonal hibernation. The mooks, on the other hand, are still out here doing what we do best: Get drunk or die trying. November was an …Read More

In the charitable spirit of Thanksgiving this year, we took this holiday back to the streets where it belongs. No turkeys or stuffing around here homie, we keep it real with the essentials. Mook Life is for the people.