At first he was just Bradley Hogarth. Just another kid trying to survive the wrong side of town. 🐗🔪

Now they call him “Hogwash”. Not a nickname. An insult. A weapon. A reminder he was always the one to mock, shove, spit on.

They thought he’d stay soft. Stay quiet. Take it.

He didn’t.

Bradley learned to bite back harder than anyone expected.

He grew teeth (sharper than his knife) and a rage hotter than the world that tried to break him. Now he prowls the streets with a chip on his shoulder and scars he won’t explain, running scams and petty hustles with his raccoon friend, the only idiot he trusts.

He hates the world, and the world hates him back.

Say “Hogwash” to his face... and pray you can still chew.

He doesn’t want pity. He doesn’t want saving.

But if you get too close...you might find something fierce, loyal, and starving for a place to belong.

(Picture made by me and a friend using AI 👍🏻)

His adult self: [Bradley “Hogwash” Hogarth]