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 here to point out today. It is what it is – a nasty job and someone has got to do it.

Recycling happens daily, however, in these last days, it’s rarely executed for ecological purposes. It’s all about that greenery. As we all know, in this world of shit called planet Earth, no one gives a fuck about anything anymore. They had no choice but to encourage the whole global population to recycle empty cans or bottles for the average award of 5 cents. It ain’t a secret; the recycling movement would never roll significantly if it wasn’t for that 5 cent reward.

Living in this fucked up modern society, the uptight, bourgeois elitist will look down on anyone picking pennies up from the floor. While the average uptight, bourgeois refuses to be seen in public with recyclable products in order to gain pennies, the brave flaming heart of a mook will never be swayed by such paranoia. Thank god we got the Mooks to save planet Earth and make the world turn. It’s definitely not your average J.A.P. girlfriend that will do so.

The recycling industry is worth billions. It ain’t hard to tell, there’s mad money to make so get yours now. You got nickels laying pretty much everywhere on the streets. Just think about it- with let’s say 20 empty cans, you can get a few cigarettes or a slice of pizza, and with a hundred of those, you already got yourself a new 40 Woooday!

I remember back in the days, I’d make like 50$ recycling empty beers, no word of a lie. I was like having these abusive house parties at my parents’ crib. As you already know, there ain’t no party like a Killa-EF party. So close your eyes and picture all the goons I roll with. I got my whole foundation of mooks under my wing rolling through my crib, only alcoholics on board; everyone has at least a 24 pack for themselves. Do the math, multiply those 24 packs by the number of mooks at the crib by let’s say, 40 or 50. Now you’re stacking dollaz.

Whoa!!! Holy shit! Nice shorts Dadddey!

HTO: My career as a professional vagabond started with collecting cans. As a young mook with no citizenship and broke ass parents, my eyes never seen allowance. I had to get money without the help of my loving parents. Before I knew how to run various telemarketing scams or ever touched drugs, there were only two things to do: collect empty bottles or steal. What we did was combine both and this is how me and my immigrant friends got our money during our preteen years. We would hit fire escapes where people would leave empty cases of beer. We would also walk the back alleys and go into the parking lots of the various buildings in my hood to collect bottles. I once stole a 10$ bag of empty cans from a depaneur’s storage room while my boy conversed with the counter clerk to keep him distracted. Things changed once we found out about them big water jugs that you can return for ten beans. Wooooooosh. It was like a dream come true. And it was easy to steal because the distributors would drop them off on the stoop or the front door and we’d just make sure to come snatch it before the owners had time to bring them in. A lot of good water was wasted during those times. I also remember balling out after New Year’s and big summer BBQs. I was never ashamed of returning bottles. I was proud of my hustle and it made me appreciate a lot of things in life that I probably would have overlooked if I had grown up spoiled with allowance.

Recycling can be a bitch sometimes and catching these pics was too. I got kicked out from a few malls by security guards for taking pictures. Most people might think I’m fucked for catching these flicks in public (but I can’t help myself, I’m too fascinated). The victims may be left confused but it makes for great results. This type of entertainment can only be found here at Mook-Life.com

Whoa! Whoa! Du Calme, Du Calme

RecyKingz worldwide, repping hard in front of the Beer Store in Ottawa, miles away from Nova-Scotia. Shit, if recycling is not popping this season, homeboy can ride back to Halifax in his shopping cart.

On the strengh, the shopping cart is a must have for any RecyKing out there, in order to be able to work free from back pains and in the comfort of your own Crocs.

Giving y’all some marvelous recycling flavor live from Caracas, Venezuela.

Recycling is still a good job though Besides playing in garbage all day, you get to drink on the job and play Smash-or-Trash.

Since most alcoholics spend all of their earnings on booze, they simply can’t allow themselves to slack when it comes down to recuperating a few pennies for some mo’ beer. It’s a vicious cycle indeed. Shout outs to all my alcoholics out there drinking like pigs and doing good things for the environment!

Tho, please note that not all Recy-Kingz are necessarily heavyweight party drinkers. As a matter of fact, a lot of them don’t even drink at all. As often as I gladly give my empty beers away, I also tend to offer full beers as a token of appreciation. Many refuse and I gladly laugh to myself now knowing I got an extra beer. Picture me caring, couldn’t care less. Yerppp

RecyKingz are great human beings. I mean they really are. Besides the fact that they don’t always smell too good, they are great people. They are open-minded and totally mooked out just to say the least. Ima cherish their beautiful souls and Ima keep on cheers-ing their empty bottles with my full ones.

You’d be surprised by the diversity you can find within the recycling subcultre. Shit, I never thought I would one day catch a university science teacher picking up my empty coronas on the floor. Shirt tucked inside the pants and everything. Shit Wooooday!!!!

My man, he Portuguese. I usually catch him in the Plateau weekly and he never changes his clothes. I’ve done seen pappy walk up to my dukes and whisper some wicked shit in Portuguese, on some shit like, ‘I came all the way to America just to do this shit!’

On the real, some RecyKingz are much more grimy than others. Some walk like Zombies in the night. Look at his pink bag! While working on these streets, just like painting a piece, the surgical gloves are only optional for your personal hygene. Some people just don’t give a shit and finna get dirty anyways. Sticky fingers, take a lick. Hummmmmm. Finger Licking Hood.

I’ve also noticed that there are a lot of Asian RecyKings out there. These motherfuckers are quick to pick up your empties. On some ninja shit my dude. You just put that bitch down, sparked a spliff, looked down again, and the beer bottle is long gone.

Introducing Yvon, one of the most special and entertaining RecyKings I ever had the pleasure of dealing with. We even let him wear the GSM silver chain as a token of appreciation. He wanted to recycle it, so I decided to keep it.

Montreal big city of dreams. It is what it is. All the mooks from smaller Canadian cities migrate to the big city in hopes of a better life and revenue in the recycling industry. The streets of Montreal are filled with bums and empty beers, life doesn’t get better than this.

My man right here representing Côte-Nord, Québec gets the MOOK-LIFE approval stamp pronounced Recy-KING!

Just another Montreal St-Pattys parade. This is the B.C.W.O. which stands for the Bum Community Winter Olympics. It’s a free for all buffet. Endless recycling subjects are to be found literally everywhere. It’s raining skittles maing. The average bum can easily make more money in one hour than your stankin ass flipping burgers at McDonald’s or better yet, getting tips while serving stushy clients at your job.

Some might remember Michel from the Bum Bombing post. He is facing a lot of competition on a big day like St-Patty’s. He already lost of lot time being bombed therefore the fun and games are over. Back to work- a lot of catching up needs to be done.

Shit, with a good paying day like this one, the homeboy Michel could even afford a brand new North Face winter coat $$$ !!!!!

If you plan on getting your pension at 65, then recycling is probably not your best bet. I must say another disadvantage in the recycling industry is the lack of benefits like health care and free dental check ups. Ain’t no slacking involved, forget about your trips and vacations, this is a full time job. This is hardbody work, you gotta respect it. As far as I can see, the only reason why I was never a successful RecyKing is due to my personal addiction of breaking beer bottles on the concrete. Man I got nuffin but real love and support for them hard working Recykingz. Shit, even welfare has never been this productive!

HTO: Most people just look at them like they are pieces of shit. Some kind of trash article that picks up other trash. Then again, most people recycle only to feel good about themselves. The mentality is “I’m doing something good by separating my trash in to different bins.” The reality is, and there are many serious studies to back this up, not every form of recycling is actually good for our planet. A lot of times recycling pollutes more than it saves the planet. Just think of all the shit that goes in to recycling your fucking newspapers. Some fucker had to drive a polluting truck around to pick it up then drive it to a polluting factory that processes this paper in a very polluting manner which is then re-distributed by other polluting cars. So why do we do it? Ah… for the same reason these bums are doing it. Recycling is big money. Things worth recycling are materials like glass or aluminum. So these bums are not only keeping our parks cleaner but they are actually doing the type of recycling that this planet needs. While we are out there spending our money on tons of useless shit that comes packaged in three layers of unnecessary polluting material, thinking we are saints because we took the time to put the paper in one bin and the plastic in another, these bums are hitting the streets, doing the work that actually matters.