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.

Understand, the Philly style is a local craft that can only be learned in Philadelphia and if you did not grow up there, your bitch ass will never be able to apply that rich craft. The Philly style is more than just a stretched out tag with arrows, stars, peace signs, smiley faces and crowns, it’s a unique uniform font. Normal human beings see the Philly tags as nasty scribbles while the native Philadelphian writers see them as an outstanding masterpiece. It’s like they say, If it ain’t got that whip, it ain’t worth shit!

There is a form of graffiti that is as ancient as man kind. A form of writing that has no real structure or community involvement what so ever. No rules, no fucking gay politics, no gossip or drama, none of that shit. No graff fame or graff groupies, no galleries no magazines, no contracts or t-shirts, sponsorship, egos, legal walls, illegal walls, books, DVDs blogs, forums or websites. The purest form of graffiti. Epic graffiti.

On the strength Ima let it be known, sleeping in public is a slept on art form that should never be disregarded or ignored. Let’s face it, Sleeping in Public is completely mooked-out and there’s no way to disagree. Mooks recognize Mooks and we glorify all forms of mooked out activities worldwide. You gotta give props to the real champs. You can’t disagree that some expose their bodies with more elegance than others and that’s what we’re here to point out today.

The age old question: what is art? At this point I don’t think that anybody knows anymore. Seems like everything can be seen as art and everyone is a fucking artist. We’ve come a long way from cave paintings to elaborate wholecars but the question remains. Graffiti is vandalism but once it’s in the confinements …Read More

In a huge city like Montreal, regardless of weather conditions, people have still gotta make moves. I’m always surprised and fascinated by the outstanding number of people biking in the middle of the winter. They are everywhere! I don’t even wanna know how harsh it is to bike in the winter. The next winter Olympics should consider adding Winter Biking to their game list. This extreme sport is mad slept on and today Mook-Life came through to let yall know how people gets down in the cold streets of Montreal.