Hoodlum

The cat with attitude. Now loose on Robinhood Chain.

Hoodlum, a brown cat in a green hoodie and backwards cap, spray-painting a brick wall while smirking over his shoulder

Hold and drag to tag the wall

Hoodlum leaning on the trunk of an old car, smirking, with a hazy city skyline behind him

Nine lives. Zero chill.

Hoodlum grew up behind the dumpsters on 100th Street. Never asked for permission. Never paid for a can of paint.

When Robinhood opened a chain, he saw a wall nobody had tagged yet. So he tagged it.

$HOODLUM has no utility, no roadmap and no ecosystem. It has a cat in a green hoodie who thinks he owns the block, and a crew that agrees.

“I don’t do roadmaps. I do walls.”

Hoodlum, to a reporter who was not invited

Hood lore

Nine lives so far. He remembers all of them and regrets two.

Life one of nine

The dumpster years

Born behind the dumpsters on 100th Street. No mother he would name and no father he would admit to. He could open a trash lid before he could purr, and he has never once said thank you for a meal.

Lost to a raccoon named Dennis, who wanted the lid more.

Life two of nine

The bodega

Taken in by the bodega on the corner. Slept on the scratch-off tickets, which is how he learned that everybody buys a ticket and nobody reads the odds. Still his entire investment philosophy.

Lost to a nap in the walk-in fridge. Cold, but fair.

Life three of nine

The roof

Found a rooftop with a pigeon coop and a view of the whole block. Ran the coop like a landlord. Rent was paid in breadcrumbs. It was the first thing he ever owned and the last time he asked permission for anything.

Lost to gravity, after a strong opinion about a ledge.

Life four of nine

The hoodie

Pulled a green hoodie off a clothesline on 99th and put it on. It was too big then. It is too big now. It has not come off since, including during the fridge incident, which raises questions he will not answer.

Lost to a laundromat. He does not discuss the laundromat.

Life five of nine

The can

Found a spray can with a quarter of the paint left and wrote his name across the front of the precinct. Spelled it right on the second try. The first try is still there, underneath.

Lost to the precinct. Briefly.

Life six of nine

The crew

Met Big Cats at a fence, C at a chess table, and Meowhood on a fire escape where he was already keeping lookout for nobody in particular. None of them asked to join. They just kept showing up, and eventually that is what a crew is.

Lost to a block party that got out of hand. See Exhibit C.

Life seven of nine

The chain

Bought his first gold chain with money he has never explained. Then a second one. Then the rings. He wears his own name because nobody on the block was saying it right.

Lost to a jeweler who overcharged him. He got the chain back. The jeweler got tagged.

Life eight of nine

The boombox

One volume. He carried it up every stairwell in Meowhood and collected noise complaints like they were awards. Some of them are framed.

Lost to the batteries, at the loudest part of the best song.

Life nine of nine

The other chain

Robinhood opened a chain. Hoodlum walked onto it like he had lived there for years, tagged the first wall he saw, and started buying his own token from the pool like everybody else. This is the life he is on now. He intends to keep it.

Lost to nothing yet. Do not be the reason.

Meowhood’s most wanted

Four cats. One block. No intention of behaving.

Four cats in caps and chains posing against a brick wall like a rap crew photo, Hoodlum in front pointing at the camera
Hoodlum
Ringleader. Wanted for tagging an entire chain and refusing to apologize.
Big Cats
Muscle. Has never taken the sunglasses off. Nobody has asked twice.
C
The quiet one. Reads every contract. Sells nothing.
Meowhood
Lookout. Sees every dip coming and buys it anyway.
Hoodlum holding up both hands to show rings spelling HOOD and LUM, with a diamond chain and a pendant of his own face
Exhibit A. He wears his own name. Twice.
Hoodlum in striped overalls and stacked gold chains, exhaling smoke, flanked by three unimpressed cats
Exhibit B. Corner store, 4:20pm. Says the smoke is artistic.
Hoodlum in a black cap and blue bandana throwing up hand signs in front of a crowd of cats
Exhibit C. Block party. Declined to state his name.
Hoodlum in sunglasses carrying a boombox on his shoulder past a graffiti wall
Exhibit D. Noise complaint. The boombox has one volume.
Hoodlum’s portrait on an acid green background, smirking in his green hoodie
Exhibit E. The mugshot. He asked for a copy.

The numbers. No cap.

Everything you would want to check before you ape, in one place.

Every token starts in the liquidity pool. Nothing is minted to the team and there is no presale.

The crew's share is bought from that same pool at market price, like everyone else's. Most of it gets locked so the floor holds. The rest pays for memes, partnerships and growth.

Contract address TBA at launch

Get in before the block does.

Four steps. About ten minutes, most of it waiting on the bridge.

  1. Get a wallet

    Any Ethereum wallet works on Robinhood Chain. MetaMask, Rabby and Robinhood Wallet are all fine. Add the Robinhood Chain network when it asks.

  2. Bridge some ETH

    Send ETH to Robinhood Chain through the Arbitrum bridge or an aggregator like Jumper. Gas is paid in ETH, so keep a little spare.

    Open the Arbitrum bridge
  3. Swap for $HOODLUM

    Paste the contract address from above into a DEX on Robinhood Chain and swap. Check the address twice. Hoodlum has imitators.

    Open the swap
  4. Hold like you mean it

    Add $HOODLUM to your wallet, join the crew and watch the wall. Paper hands get tagged.

Make it a meme.

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