I woke up on this foggy fall afternoon thinking of my green eyed love. I had just gotten a few nugs of this Power Plant and was eager to try it. I love Sativas. My boy hollered at me to come over. He had one last nugget of that Purp Kush he wanted me to taste. I thought to myself, why not make this into a weed report and do a Mook-Life toots review. So I grabbed my cameras, copped a slice of pizza and headed to the ghetto.

We hit the day off with the Power Plant. I particularly like smoking Sativas during the daytime. Makes everything a little more magical. The first high of the day is important as it sets off the tone for the rest of your journey.

A real weed evaluation would have to be treated as a scientific experiment. That means smoking out of glass to get the real taste and moderating the amount that is intended to be consumed. Also, to properly evaluate a strain, I would imagine that you would have to wait until you are completely sober to try the next one or it will affect your results. This is Mook-Life, not High Times. We finna roll flavored blunts, big ones too. Then, smoke the next strain an hour later in another Backwood. Let’s face it: this is all just a reason to get high as a motherfucker and not feel too guilty about it.

The Power Plant had an unusual texture, very sticky and grainy to the touch. The crystals were sprinkled on top of the leaves rather than under. Often, Sativas have that signature sweet smell. This strain smells sweet with a hint of pine. The taste was super smooth and rich. Felt like the smoke was velvety. The high was nice and thick, very relaxing and laid back. The type of buzz where you are not worried about anything. I say it’s wonderful… leaves you full of wonder and questions. Very easy to drift off on. One thought leads to another and you are starting to wonder random shit, like how many rooms I could fill with all the weed I smoked in my lifetime. This is the type of weed I would recommend smoking before a movie as it’s very strong but not at all going to knock you out. You can maintain a clear mind and focus on something you enjoy, like music or drawing. However, computer work could become complicated after a few blunts, don’t get it twisted. Overall, it’s a great strain and I would give it a solid 8 out of 10.

Holy shit! Every other asshole on the mic is making songs about smoking Kush. I guess these American rappers only recently discovered the beauty of exo. Kids out here have not touched M39 since 2004. There is only so much generic YouTube rap one mook can handle in one day. Rolled that Purple up and headed on a food mission.

Clear signs of chilling and past mookness on this park table.

As soon as we hit the Main, I noticed some mook activity further down the street- some dude putting up stickers left and right in the midst of a circulating crowd. I pointed it out to the homie, we both chuckled. As we got closer, we noticed it was Dave Boots. Seconds before I had a chance to say whats up he abruptly entered the grocery store. Dave, if you are reading this post, we caught you slippin’ boy!

If you know what’s best for you, then you have already been to this place.

Bocadillo’s has the most banging Venezuelan-style sandwiches, hence the name. The chicken burger and beef empanada is a classic combo.

The infamous carne mechada is mouth watering. Pulled beef, marinated and cooked to perfection for your sorry ass to enjoy when you are blunted as fuck and finna eat a whole horse. Do yourself a huge favor: stop wasting your money on two dollar slices and nasty peanut butter noodles and treat yourself to something good, something your body and soul will enjoy. Stop being a lazy faggot. Walk down to 3677 Boulevard Saint-Laurent and get yourself one of these banging -ass sandwiches. I dare you to hate on this place. If you are a true ganaster, you can also cop one or two cheese empanadas. Wooooooooooooshh.

Time for round two: that purple K.

The word Kush has been overly abused these past few years. 99.9999% of what people call Kush is far from being it. You ask a dude what he has, he says “Kush”. You finally get to see it, and the shit looks like Jack or some generic, unnamed exo. Listen, fuck: just because your weed is not M39 does not mean it’s Kush. Even if it’s bomb ass exo, it’s still not Kush. Real Kush is not easy to come by. The real shit gets grabbed by bigger fish from the south, leaving the street dudes up here with illusions of holding the real thing. This shit is so popular, people will pay double for it. It has become more of a brand name or a synonym for “good weed” rather than an actual reference to the particular strain. Hindu Kush is a stretch of mountains between central Afghanistan and northern Pakistan. That’s where supposedly the original Kush strain comes from. It’s a fucking tough plant that can survive freezing temperatures in high altitude. Purple Kush was developed in Cali. It is mostly an Indica with hints of Sativa in it. The buds are rough and sort of rugged looking. The smell is lovely, strong and earthy. Very smooth and distinct taste. I would even say that Kush can be hashy at times. Although it’s possible that the buds have hints of purple on them. However, just because there is the word “PURPLE” is in the name, it does not mean it has to look like Cam’ron back in 2005. The shit could be real Purple Kush and not be purple. The color thing is a pure marketing scheme. Just because the weed is purple, does not mean it’s going to give you a better or a stronger high. Just a few things to think about next time you are about to purchase some “Kush”.

Smoke a few blunts, turn a corner and suddenly you are on Dexford street in Bostonia.

Quite representative of the state my head was in: cloudy and hazy as fuck.

Good ol’ Montreal Jack.

Met up with Mooksy Collins back in the Deege. I’m more of a Chocolate Phillie type of dude. I like Backwoods, but it’s the one blunt paper I can’t seem to master. I end up with these disgusting, flimsily, overly wet giant brown caterpillars and it drives me crazy. I only smoke them with people who know how to roll them properly.

I don’t give a fuck, I keep the second layer on the blunt paper. Most people throw it out, I don’t understand why. Is it a health thing? As if smoking blunts, one layer or two is at all fucking good for you. Is it the taste? I find that the second layer is the money layer with the flavor and the chocolate taste. You take it off and all you are left with is a tobacco paper that tastes like ass.

What can I say about my buddy Jack? Well, Montreal Jack has become a staple. It is like the M39 of the exotics. Matter of fact, it has become pretty much the new M39, the new standard. M’z is below standard at this point if you ask most people. When it first started appearing, Jew kids went crazy over it. I remember for a minute people would call it Jew Jack. You know what to expect from a good triple A Jack. Personally, I am not a fan, but I must say, it never disappoints you. The motherfucker is strong and you will feel that blunt even though it’s your fifth one of the day. Always a good weed to finish off the night. I don’t know how many times I fell asleep in the theater after getting high on Jack. Must have wasted a few hundred dollars in movie tickets. Fuck you, Jack. You’re an asshole, but we are good old friends and old friends learn to forgive.

As we were taking the last tokes off the blunt, we witnessed a crack deal a couple of feet away from us in the alleyway. It must of been the  first time she was getting it from that dude because she asked him his price breakdowns. Most crackheads would know that by heart like a motherfucker. On that note, Mooksy and I both went our ways.

All this smoking got a mook hungry. Something legendary was needed to finish the night so I hit up La Saigonnaise in CDN. The fried Tilapia and the beef cubes on watercress are phenomenal. Everything on the menu is authentic, MSG free and cooked with pride and love by an ex-con with jail tattoos, just how I like it. From the Pho’ to the smaller things like the Imperial rolls, everything on the menu is highly on point.

The formula is simple: Good people + good food + good bud = good life!