*** HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRAD *** YOU GOT ANY HOT WATAH?!? *** THE ACACIA STRAIN IS PLAYING IN YOUR HEART *** ID PLEASE *** NO BASS WERE CAUGHT IN THE MAKING OF THIS SITE *** HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRAD ***

HOT WATAH.COM

The Official Home Page of Brad, the Hot Watah Boy

Brockton, MA (origin) → Wareham, MA (current containment zone)

Welcome, traveler. You have found the only website on Earth about a plumber, a door guy, a security guard, a mechanic, a retired band manager, a fisherman, and a reader. They are all the same very large man, and he has not been told about this website yet.

VISITORS: 004,217

(All of them are Brad, checking if the site is still up.)


About Brad

Brad in a Red Sox cap and green mirrored sunglasses, with a long full beard, pointing off to the side at a lake dock
Official portrait. The sunglasses are polarized so the fish cannot see his eyes. It is not working.

Brad was born in Brockton, Massachusetts, the City of Champions, and now lives in Wareham, the City of Brad. He is a very large man with a very large beard, and he is as hairy as a bear. This is not a figure of speech. If you see him in the woods your thoughts will go: bear, then oh, Brad, then wait, are those the same thing?

HometownBrockton, MA (City of Champions)
Current locationWareham, MA
BeardYes. Has applied for its own zip code.
HairinessBear
SizeVery large. Please allow extra time to load.
Day jobsPlumber, mechanic, door guy, security. Four hats. Same hat.
Favorite bandThe Acacia Strain
HobbiesMetal, fishing, reading, looking around, standing near loud things
AliasesThe Hot Watah Boy, Big Bearded Guy, Owner of TAH (retired)
Favorite vehicle2004 Chevy Tahoe (deceased)
Feeling in feetUnconfirmed
Most recent catchA minnow (juvenile)

How He Got The Name

In the beginning there was a basement, and in the basement there was a brand new hot watah heatah. Brad had just installed it at Andrew and Emily's house, because Brad is a professional. All that remained was to test it.

Brad stood in the basement. The people who could turn on a faucet were upstairs. And so, with the full power of his lungs and the confidence of a man holding a wrench, Brad roared up the stairs:

"YOU GOT ANY HOT WATAH?!?"

Nobody remembers the answer. Nobody needed it. The sentence was so loud, so perfect, and so often repeated that it became his name forever, the way a Viking becomes Erik the Red, except Erik the Red never tested a water heater. The heater has probably been replaced since. The name has not.

Try it yourself

3000
Brad (basement)Press the button. He will do the rest.
Andrew & Emily (upstairs)...

Get your own plumber nickname

Brad got his name from one sentence in a basement. Yours is coming.

The Incident

Years later, fate wrote a sequel. Brad broke his foot and spent about two years off it, a period historians call the Stationary Era. Eventually he was issued a big freaking boot, and the doctor said, "Try an Epsom salt bath." Five normal words, from a normal doctor, to a patient he believed was normal.

But Brad is a plumber who cannot feel his feet very well, which makes him the only man in Massachusetts who sets a bath temperature by pure vibes. He ran the watah. He ran it hot. Then he ran it hotter, because why not. The foot stayed completely calm the whole time, like a polite guest at a house fire. The foot found out later. The doctor's follow-up note read: "I said bath, not soup."

With one bath, the nickname went from a funny story to a prophecy. Every plumber has a war story. This is the only one where the war was with a bathtub, and the bathtub won.

Brad's legs on a wood floor: one in a black sock and gray slip-on, the other in a green cast with a blue grip sock, a crutch beside him
The Stationary Era, as a fashion statement. Green cast, blue grip sock, one comfy gray slip-on. Style icon of the couch.

The Hot Watah Meter

112°F
Brad's foot saysFeels fine.
The doctor saysThat is a lot of heat for a man who cannot feel it.

Real tip, with love: a bath thermometer costs about five bucks. Happy birthday, big guy.

2026 Striped Bass Report

Brad fishes for striped bass off the shore. He does it with the patience of a monk and the optimism of a man who has been told the fish are biting for twenty years. This year the ocean has stopped returning his calls. The official numbers:

We asked the minnow for comment. He said he was "just happy to be here." He has since been released and is doing numbers on the tour circuit.

Days left in 2026 to catch a striped bass: 89. It's fall run season. The fish are literally migrating past you right now. Please. Go.

Go fishing (a very realistic simulation)

Tap or click anywhere in the water to cast. Aim at what you want. There are minnows, boots, and a lot of Brad's missing stuff down there. There are also striped bass, and they can read.

The fish are out there. They just haven't met you yet.
CASTS: 0 | BASS: 0 | MINNOWS: 1 | BOOTS: 0 | DIABETES MACHINES: 0 | WATER BOTTLES: 0 | GLASSES: 0

Hall of Fame (proof he can do it)

Brad on a rocky shore at the Cape Cod Canal holding up a huge striped bass by the jaw
August 2018. 43 inches, 32 pounds, and a whole mackerel in its stomach next to the lure. One hungry fish. Brad has been chasing that energy ever since.
Brad on a harbor shore holding a false albacore, with a fishing rod and harbor buildings behind him
September 2019. Brad ran the beaches of Falmouth all day for his first false albacore. Fat Albert had a great day too.
Brad at night in waders and a headlamp holding a striped bass
September 2021. Headlamp, waders, smile. The fish looks like it knows it's going on a website.

Brad's fishing tip: the fish are definitely there. They just haven't met you yet.

Careers and Accomplishments

Door Guy (local shows)

The first face you see, the hand that stamps your hand, and the reason you are wearing a wristband. Has heard "I'm on the list" more times than the band has played its closer.

Security (bigger shows)

Same energy, bigger room, more flashlight. The barricade is not strictly necessary. People respect the beard.

Plumber

"You got any hot watah?" Yes, this is where it came from. The only plumber whose nickname is also a safety warning.

Mechanic

Can diagnose a transmission from six feet away. Could not save his own. The cobbler's kids have no shoes; the mechanic's Tahoe has no gears.

Previous Experience

Former manager of Eminent, a band from Rhode Island. Duties included loading gear, finding the venue, arguing with the sound guy, and being the only adult in a 40-foot radius. Compensation: pizza, exposure, and the quiet satisfaction of being the only person who knew where the camper keys were.

Skills

Beard. Watah. Lifting. Standing very still. Heckler removal. Stamping hands. "One more song." Reading at his favorite coffee shop. Looking at a fish that is not there (see: report).

Brad Reads

Brad reads. Constantly. The stack of books next to his bed is structurally load-bearing. Librarians nod at him in the street. He has read more books than he has caught fish this year, which is not a high bar, but it is a bar.

pages_read / fish_caught_2026 = ERROR: division by zero
reading_comprehension = HIGH
fishing_results = LOW
fishing_attitude = UNBEATABLE
beard_status = STILL GOING

Brad Loves Metal

Brad's favorite band is The Acacia Strain. He listens at a volume that meteorologists have started tracking. For Brad, a good day is a heavy riff, a heavier breakdown, and a floor that has been informed.

He is also, professionally, the guy who stands at the door of the heaviest rooms in the area. Local shows get the door guy. Bigger shows get the security guy. Both guys are him, and both guys are wearing a black shirt, because the dress code is black shirt. "Support Heavy Music," says the shirt, and he does, from a position of strength.

Drop a breakdown

Brad awaits. The floor does not.

Try to get into the show

Brad is looking at you. You are not sure how long he has been looking.

Turned away: 0. Let in: 0. Asked to stand somewhere else: 0.

The Beard

Brad posted a progress update on his beard with the hashtag #gravebeforeshave. That is a vow. Legally it is not a vow, but in Massachusetts, a man's hashtag is his word. We are simply holding him to it.

Brad in glasses and a red L.L.Bean jacket with a medium-length beard
Two years ago. A respectable beard. A beard you could introduce to your parents.
Brad in glasses, a navy cap with a green hop logo, and a red-and-black flannel with a long dark beard
Last year. The beard has started making decisions on its own.
Brad in glasses and a blue shirt with a very long full beard
Today. The beard now gets its own seat at the table and a vote.

Year 2026: 2.0 feet of beard. The beard is now a scarf.

Ask the Beard

The beard has seen things. It knows things. Ask it a yes-or-no question about Brad's future, then consult it.

The beard is thinking. It takes a while. It is a lot of beard.

The Brad Photo Album

Brad smiling indoors in a cap with sunglasses on it, wearing a headband topped with tiny gift boxes
"I am the present man!" Brad, December 2023, wearing a headband of tiny gift boxes. He said it out loud. He meant it.
Brad at a concert venue in a Red Sox cap, grinning and giving two thumbs up, with a band behind him
Brad reviewing this website: two thumbs up. The show is on, the pit is ready, and he has been asked to hold the pose until the page loads.
Black-and-white photo of Brad in a black Support Heavy Music shirt tipping a drink back
Staying hydrated, in black and white, because hydration is art. The shirt says "Support Heavy Music." He does. Professionally.
Brad in a headlamp and cap at dusk at the water's edge with the harvest moon rising
Harvest moon fishing selfie. The moon showed up. The fish did not. Two out of three, if you count the headlamp.

In Loving Memory of TAH

A green 2004 Chevy Tahoe being towed away on a flatbed tow truck down a sunny residential street
TAH's last ride. He left the driveway the way he lived: slowly, and with someone else doing the work.

In the cartoon, TAHOE loses the OE again and becomes TAH again. This is canon.

TAH, 2004 – 2026

TAH was born a 2004 Chevy Tahoe, and for a while he was a Tahoe. Then the "OE" fell off, was never seen again, and everyone just called him TAH. It stuck. Some names do. (See: Brad.)

TAH passed away recently when his transmission decided it had seen enough. He is survived by Brad, one very sad driveway, and the OE, last seen leaving the scene in a hurry. Cause of death: transmission. Last words: "clunk... clunk... clunnnk."

In lieu of flowers, please send a transmission.

0 candles lit. TAH is waiting.

Brad's BFFs (Forever)

Brad has two best friends, and they built this entire website. Photographic evidence of the friendship follows. Brad is in every photo. The friends are in most of them. Nobody has ever blinked at the same time.

Brad peeking over the shoulder of a man in a maroon shirt, with Emily smiling in front, on a sidewalk at night
The BFF Sandwich. Brad is the peeking filling. He has never once been asked if he wanted to be the filling.
Brad and a friend on a deck at sunset over the water, the friend holding a tan dog named Rocky like a loaf of bread
Sunset, water, two men, and Rocky, held like a loaf of bread. He has accepted his role in this photo.
Emily holding a patty melt with a bite out of it and Brad deadpan holding a single French fry in a diner
Emily has eaten part of a patty melt at their favorite restaurant, "Hot Watah Lunch." Brad is holding one French fry like a man who has seen things. Both are exactly where they want to be.
Brad, Emily, and a friend in a Spiritbox shirt on a rooftop with the Boston skyline behind them at dusk
Boston, golden hour, three friends, and a beard that is not taller than the Prudential Center. It is close. We checked.
Brad in a Red Sox cap with Emily in a red lei and a friend in a green lei throwing a peace sign inside a bar
Two leis, one Red Sox hat, and a bar that is nowhere near Hawaii. Brad declined the lei. The beard is the lei.
Brad pointing excitedly at a snack bar at Seekonk Speedway with Emily and a friend in the foreground
Seekonk Speedway. Brad has found the snack bar and is pointing at it like a fish that finally bit.
Brad and a friend in sunglasses on a Ferris wheel at sunset with Emily making a nervous face at the camera
The Ferris wheel. Brad sits calmly with the water bottle in his lap. Emily is thinking about the height. The Webmaster says he is "fine."
Brad in an orange cap with a friend holding a beer and Emily smiling in the stands at Seekonk Speedway
Seekonk Speedway: three friends, one beer, and a beard going faster than any car on the track. The cars did their best.
Emily, a friend, and Brad at night beside a river lit by floating fires
Fire on a river at night. The hottest watah Brad has ever stood near, from a safe distance, with both feet where they belong.
photos_with_brad = 9/9
photos_where_brad_caught_a_bass = 0/9
friends_who_built_this_website = 2
friends_who_will_never_let_him_forget_the_boot = 2
friendship_status = LOCKED IN

Guestbook

The Minnow says: Thank you for letting me go. Please keep doing that. I have a family. They are also minnows.
Andrew & Emily's Water Heater says: I have worked fine for years. Happy birthday, Brad. Please never yell at me again.
The Doctor says: I said warm. WARM. Happy birthday.
TAH says: bro I'm in a better place. A junkyard in the sky. They have transmissions up here. love you man
The OE says: I fell off years ago and I'm doing great! Happy birthday!
Every Striped Bass in Massachusetts says: We have a group chat about you. It is very fun. We are not going to say what it's called.
Guy Who Said He Was On The List says: He checked my ID for four minutes and I am 61.
The French Fry says: I got held up for a photo and I did not get eaten. Best day of my life.
The Pit says: We saw him at the door and decided to be calm. It lasted until the second song.
Fat Albert says: Remember me? Still out here, fat and free. Happy birthday!

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