After eight failed attempts at coming up to Montreal, Mercer finally showed up at my door, rocking a light jacket and a hot new pair of Air Max 95′s on the coldest day we’ve had this winter. Welcome to Canada, dawg. Twisted a quick dart and hopped into the van. We swerved off in a …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

Ever since the site dropped, people have been asking us to make shirts. Being the mooks that we are, we always talked about it but never really got to actually make them. One day, we realized that a certain someone had been running a printshop around the way, and it just so happened the little …Read More

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

Throughout the many travels of my fast-paced existence, I’ve come to notice that the Mook-Life state of mind is not something that is limited to my hometown. Montreal is a definite breeding ground for mookness, but every new city I set foot in has given me a sense of familiarity when it comes to the …Read More

It was New Year’s Eve when I arrived in one of Holland’s most modern cities: Rotterdam. Little did I know the streets had transformed into a war zone, where everyone was exploding Cobra bombs and lighting personal fireworks on every corner. It’s in this chaotic ambiance that I first met MJay and his boys, some …Read More

Aww shit. We back at the border, smelling like weed, rocking expired passports, secretly hoping that someone forgot a five-piece in their jean pocket “by accident”. You guessed it: we ’bout to hit the I-87 South for roughly seven hours until we reach our destination. We will stop at a miserable rest area where acne-ridden, over weight …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

Who wants to grow older? I know I definitely do not, in any shape, way or form. This whole site is a manifestation of me not wanting to do so. With each year that goes by, you get just that much closer to expiring. I guess it’s a bad way of seeing it but, whichever …Read More

Something happened in the ’90s. To think of it, a lot of things happened in the ’90s, but some affected us more then others. Wu-Tang is one of them. The internet is another. The digital era rendered analog obsolete and made it possible for everyone to be connected. Now we have touchscreen iPhones with 8mp …Read More

Luke, where them hoes at? Not with us, I’ll tell you that much. I’m not going to front about this subject. Some mooks have a hard time keeping female company around. Every other Friday, we sit in Nesar’s living room, 20 deep, chain smoking blunts and getting twisted on the devil’s elixir. We have the …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

HTO: 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. My dude Ski Mask …Read More

The Rez is quite the mysterious place for us immigrants. All we know is that there are cheap cigarettes and fireworks galore, as we demonstrated in this post. For most people it’s a mystical world where the streets have no names and the residents don’t have to pay taxes. Grimy mooks such as myself have heard countless outlandish stories about this that …Read More

I want to start by thanking everybody that came out last Saturday to the Party-Jam Gros Chilling with Action Bronson and the mooks. It was a memorable night, for many different reasons. The science is simple. You have LOOKOUT bringing that quality entertainment, Off The Hook Radio providing pyrotechnics, making sure people know what’s good for them and …Read More