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!

Whether it’s sketches, money, photos, documents, random souvenirs or drug paraphernalia, many mooks can relate to the sacred shoe box stashed somewhere in a dark corner of their closet. I know I have a few. Most people who were writing before the digital era probably have a couple as well. Looking back, I highly regret not …Read More

The following is a document of Montreal’s finest and most infamous headcutters, who by working their magic turn us scraggly mooks into clean, quasi-symmetrical people. For being so instrumental in our ability to pound the pussy, we salute you. Bong bong.

Today, Mook-Life goes through the vaults of one of Montreal’s graffiti bosses. We’ve decided to educate the youth and focus on the early years of our local legend instead of giving you the fancy modern graffiti eye candy you’re all used to being spoon-fed. For this edition of History 101, we present to you the come up of Zeck.

Almost exactly a year ago we did an article about David Bouthillier, the Peace Park President. Even before I formally met the mook, I knew that he was working on a documentary about Peace Park and I had been anticipating it ever since. For a mook like me, this is a dream come true. I remember the first time I hung …Read More

Today you’re about to enter the realm of my Salmon game. This is the East Coast, feel me, and best believe, my salmon game top notch. My man HTO and I are huge fish maniacs, its more than a passion, it’s an obsession. We always on the grind and always eating good. Now, as we all know there’s a million and one ways to serve Salmon. Today we gon take a look at one specific recepy. Introducing Molok’s Iced-Out Salmon.

As I sit and enjoy this delicious Chocolope while listening to the Bud Powell Trio ripping “Round Midnight”, some funny observations cross my mind when I think of how shit was back in the day and how shit is in the current moment. For the most part, the majority of things I dearly enjoyed as …Read More

We all born here on Earth with our lives held in our own bare hands. It’s up to us to take matters in to our own hands and make decisions. We all got different views and perspectives, obviously some are more mooked out than others. Enter the open mind of the mook. There was no doubt in my mind, that one day, I had to try Ecstasy, regardless of the aftermath and I was not let down.

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.

RecyKingz. Montreal City, the beautiful people of…What chyou know? I’m sure a lot of you are confused and wondering why Mook-Life would have a post about recycling? Well let me tell you, it runs much deeper than that. Word Life, there’s a lot of mook shit going down in the process and that’s what we’re …Read More

Today we’ve documented some weapons we found on our streets. No pistols or firearms cause we aren’t into glorifying murder and pulling a trigger is some sucker shit, but just old fashioned and homemade tools you can find on the streets of any major city in the World. Note that we report the reality of what’s out there and by no means incite anyone to settle their differences through fighting. We don’t condone violence… we just accept it.

After talking general Knowl with Mr. Trichome on the last article, we wanted to show you the science behind the man. From the chillings and spliffs burned with this guy, there’s one thing in particular that I noticed about his approach to the wonderful plant that is Marijuana: the duality. On the one hand he’s …Read More

Now, I know you ignant motherfuckers are thinking “Yo duuude, what the fuck is a tri-cone?” Well, you better sit the fuck down, light that anorexic-toothpick-wrapper looking ass spliff of yours, and prepare to absorb some of these potent knowledge darts, cause we sat down with one of Montreal’s finest botanists, and he REALLY gives …Read More

It went down like this: Tron told me about his boy that has possibly the most filthy pad a mook has ever seen and right away my eyes lit up like a pin-ball machine when you hit the high score. Not only was this apartment like a museum of total disregard towards one’s standard of living, but …Read More

My Camping Game top notch. Yes my world of Camping. This is Mook-Life baby! What did you expect? We got drunk people on board, lots of noise, crazy stunts, fire works, BBQ’s in full effect, fish, olives, aubergines, LSD, ecstasy, magic mushrooms, speakers with extra batteries, knives and axes, camping chairs and hammocks, flash lights, coolers and ice packs filled with outstanding amounts of beer.