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

It’s the type of challenge that occurs when mooks are stoned out of their asses with rampant munchies, talking about “I bet I can eat more than you” or “I once ate 69 hot-dogs, true story guy”. Yeah, we’ve all witnessed this go down, but 99% of the time it’s just a bunch of outlandish, …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

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

I know. I have a problem. We live in a part of the world where the food is extremely diverse and the weed is insanely cheap, considering the fact that you are smoking top-of-the-line Cannabis Cup winners all year round. Yes, I know that we are very spoiled but what can I say? My parents went through a lot of shit, immigrating from two fucked up countries so I can drop out of high school, do graffiti, smoke weed and enjoy the free world. I understand how lucky I am and I take full advantage of it.

What can we say about October? The past month was another vivid chapter in this street bible we call Mook Life. We kicked it off with a once-in-a-lifetime concert and video shoot by our favorite mooks Les Anticipateurs, where cocaine fell from the sky like rain and Quebecois slang reached new heights. In between bites of smoked meat …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