Without a shadow of a doubt, la Saint-Jean in Québec is the most fucked up, abusive and mooked out celebration day that I’ve ever witnessed in all of my glory days. Shit is totally retarded and everyone in Québec knows it. Now for  all you international and uneducated mooks out there than don’t even know what or where Québec is, here’s a brief introduction: it’s the rich and beautiful province in which we live where the main spoken language is French and is home to one of the most eccentric, fascinating, live and sociable people on earth, the Québecois. La St-Jean Baptise is the core of our pride, it’s our celebration day and it occurs yearly on the 24^th of June in the streets of Québec City.

Even though Québec is a province of Canada, the Québecois are completely convinced that it’s a country of its own and refuse to believe that its part of the Canadian nation. There is a significant cultural difference between Québec and Canada so the pride is very strong in our zone. If you speak one word of English on this day, people will want to fight and stab you, no lie. Nonetheless, many English mooks will venture in the streets of Québec City but they know damn well not to speak English in public. There is also a huge difference between French people from Québec and French people from France too. Don’t even get me started. You should never confuse a Québecois for a French man as he might get very offended.

On St-Jean Baptiste, the whole province drives up to Québec City for one single purpose, to get drunk. Word up, our Québec pride is pumping hard in our veins. Today is the 24^th of June and we finna get more fucked up than ever. Plus it’s actually allowed by the police to drink in public so abuse definitely takes over our souls. Sober people are not welcome, even lame ass straight heads get super twisted for that  once-a-year occasion. Its no secret, people get extra fucked up on this day and everyone in the street is wilding the fuck out. I mean, I’m used to getting drunk by myself, It’s really nuffin, but on St-Jean Baptiste, when everyone is hella tanked, my heart is filled with pride. This pride makes me lose total control of myself and I heavenly participate along with goals of constantly surpassing my own limits. I feel it’s the same way for lots of people. So without a further ado, Let’s take a look at the streets of Québec City during the Saint-Jean Baptiste.

The streets of Québec are filled with empty beer cans, broken glasses, Québec flags, glow sticks, mooks pissing everywhere, aggressive alcoholics, rock stars and horny sluts on Ecstasy.

Québec City is relatively small with a  population of 491,142 people. However, on June 24, when all hell breaks loose, the population of Québec city quickly doubles up and easily surpasses a Million people. I did the math and out of that Million, you can count about 250 000 regular citizens from Québec City and another 750,000 drunk Mooks up to no good. The ratio of Mooks is very high and Street Riots can easily be started! I remember my homie Grenetti wilding out and running around with a huge dildo slapping thousands of innocent people in the face one year. Dat shit is hilarious!

Yes! More immigrants! They definitely aint voting Yes on the next Referendum. It don’t matter…It’s all peace cuz we all in this together, we all Love Québec and tonight we’re all getting fucked up for the cause. Shout outs to all my illegal immigrants without papers rocking hard on St-Jean!

Ok. This is a perfect example of an average St-Jean scenario at its best. Peep it and pay attention. The crowds are tremendous and people are bloody thirsty for any type of alcohol and the waiting line in any depanneur or liquor store has at least 69 people in it. So as you can see, homeboy is fully prepared for the proper situation. Plus he dragged his heavy cooler all the way to the Plaines so he can enjoy his beers cold and in peace. He remains seated to be sure that no one around tries to steel his stash. He’s been drinking all his life and he for sure understands the importance of arriving fully equipped at any holy stomping ground. 100% Mook-Life approved.

Next thing you know, Shorty gets on her knees, ready to suck his cock for a beer. It ain’t those pretty red horns that will make the difference. I can smell his anger from miles away. He ain’t havin it and homeboy is definitely not impressed by her miscalculations and lack of organisation. Pissed off and hella drunk, he couldn’t care less, he has no patience, feels no sympathy and he absolutely refuses to be penalised what so ever. He’s about to loose it.

Aillllllllllle Dééécalisssssssse mon estiiiii d’chiennnnne !! Va chiéééé Tabarnak !!!!!!   This basically means : Bitch! Get the fuck out of the way!! Cunt go fuck your self God Damnmit!

Yup, the wild life, mosh pits and wet t-shirts with wetter titties. It don’t get better than this. Québec’s finest in the core of the moment. The rain won’t affect anyone, especially not these Mooks. You been waiting all year long and drove many hours just for this shit, the party ain’t stopping here. Are you kidding me? No place for bitching or umbrellas. Even Little puppy here gon feel the consequences and will still remain calm. This is real.

Thousands of goons roam the streets mad thirsty while trying to look though with greasy evil looks ready to kick some white trash ass. You best believe that, regardless of all that love and pride, lots of violence goes down on St-Jean. Lots of my friends even had to stop going to Québec City on St-Jean just to avoid getting into fights and hurting other people.

So as you can see, its not a regular parade. Its a free for all.

As far as I can see, Speed and Ecstasy have been the ultimate drugs of choice  for la St-Jean for decades. I mean, it’s been going down like that even before the arrival of Samuel de Champlain in 1608.

Whether it’s the mooks or the staff, there’s definitely some spectacular beautiful people watching going on all over tha place.

Oufff C’est louuurd. Damn it feels good  to be alive.

Holy Shit! Now dats a big one. Call me.

Some mooks even pre-roll one-ounce spliffs many weeks in advance just for la St-Jean. Now that’s some real dedication.

Now everyone wants a turn. Of course everyone feels like a winner with the giant spliff in hand. You didn’t put into the spliff but regardless you will benefit from your boy’s rolling talent and passion to share. You’ll puff on it even if you don’t feel like smoking.

For crying out loud this shit is the size of a cock! These one-ounce spliffs sure last forever up in those big ass ciphers.

Smasssssh! On St-Jean, the streets of Québec are definitely a great playground for playing Smash or Trash. I think the guy in the back is also playing Smash or Trash if I’m not mistaken.

YEAAAAHHHHHH! Le Gros!!!!! Bonnne Saint-Jean Tabarnakkkkkkkkkk!

Cops are very busy on this holy day so it’s a great opportunity to piss them off by pulling stunts and getting away with it. As long as there’s a certain amount of ruckus around your stomping grounds they will be too busy to fuck with you.

Our freedom of speech is felt with a strong impact. You can even stand next to cop and scream some retarded shit like: “Eilllllllle L’Grossssss chu ben highhhh saaaa Peanuuuuuut, Yeahhhhh ben ssssa coche L’Grossssss.”

Lots of  Sleeping in Public goes down on St-Jean Baptiste. Some mooks are so prepared for the event that they even carry a sleeping bag the whole time. You know damn well that drinking about 24 beers in less than 8 hours will knock you out at some point or another. Hey at least you have some shit to lay on.

By 6 in the morning the grounds look like a wasted battlefield, exactly how they looked 400 years ago. Blood thicker than water.

Some might remember Mathieu Cass from Loft Story 2009.

In rainy times, the umbrella hat is your best bet to keep the party rocking. You get to keep both of your hands free plus you look 10 times more exclusive than these douche bags with regular umbrellas.

By then it was pouring rain and these 2 hoes on Ecstasy were about to get it on right on the park bench. Cheesy ass motherfucker.

Some more Sleeping in Public going down. For so many, these sessions of 2 hours are the only sleep these motherfuckers will get before hitting up the long drive back home.

I mean, what more can I say. This picture really speaks for itself. I mean WOW. The art of People Watching at it’s best.  This man is a true artist. You’re looking at a rock star, a living legend live in the flesh. His look is monumental and the position in which he chose to lay around displays nothing but elegance and swagger. Two Thumbs up Woooday!!!

Even around noon the streets of Québec City remain filled with thousands of mooks still lit up on speed and guzzling numerous beers cuz it feels even better when the sun’s out. It’s a celebration bitches.

Since I never sleep on events like these, every year I make a point of checking out the mural I painted a few years ago in Québec city with Dcae, Hoek and Roskoe. I’d still be tripping on Ecstasy and I’ll be looking at my piece and be like: Oh, Yea,  I’m so freshhhhhhh. The theme of the mural represents Music and Saint-Jean à Québec. Roskoe’s piece is merged into a freakin trumpet and saxophone. The main character is a RockStar sa brosse (pretty drunk) with the Québec flag painted on his face wilding the fuck out with a thousand of people in the crowd rocking along. You can hear him scream: “Eillllllllllle Bonnnne Saint-Jean Tabarnakkkkkkkk“.

Still no sleep, well, hell, time flies by quick fast, ain’t no escaping this. Ain’t no better way than continuing your day with a good old greasy breakfast, yerrrpppppppp.

Party is over, no sweat. This is Mook-Life. You finna take advantage of any given situation. We’re not at home, we got a title to rep and we about to lace some shit down and give birth to more classics.

Kzam is throwing up the province of Québec on the wall. Unlike Saskatchewan for instance, Québec’s geographical shape is monumental and very unique. It’s very easy to recognize it; it’s got a signature shape, like the Italian boot for example. The mouth of the province is the entrance of St-Lawrence River inside the North American continent and further up you got a straight line that separates the Labrador territory on the north east.

Got loose on a wildstyle, hungover with barely any hours of sleep, I’m still on fire and rockin steady. I must say, the freshest part of my graffiti is my approach. I’d say 95% of all my shit I rock is done under the influence of alcohol, hard drugs, lack of sleep and severe hangovers. Word life, this is how I gets down. You waking-up-early sober soft ass writers ain’t got shit on me.

Scotch et Champignions. Voilà! There you go. Chef Johste is kindly giving the recepee of his fine consumptions from last night, Scotch and Magic Mushrooms. That was…before they got kicked out of their hotel.

Tu Bois pas comme moi. You don’t drink like me. True say, nothing but real talk comming straigh from captain Felz lacing a proper burner like it ain’t nuffin.

HTO: There is something magical about half a million mooks getting shitfaced in a tiny city with so such history and charm. It’s that constant contrast between exuberant beauty and exaggerated filth that makes mooks who we are. On this day drinking 24 beers, popping speed, doing coke, acid and shrooms all in one night is not excessive but only right. On this day, the most calm and reasonable of people let their daemons lose. This is the day of the year when the mookness is at a all time high on the East Coast of North America. Most kids don’t know the history, the rest of us just don’t give a fuck. This day is special to us regardless of whether we identify with the province and it’s people or not. On this day being a mook is perfectly fine, encouraged and celebrated. This is all that matters. This is all we care about.

Stay tuned for a part two to this Saint-Jean special coming your way tomorrow. BONNE ST-JEAN COLISSSSSS!!