I was a vigilante in my neighborhood, inspired by Daredevil.

It all started when i went out one night and i saw some assholes kicking the shit out of a kid. I do Taekwondo so i figured i might just try to help that kid out. They beat the shit out of me too. I went to a hospital and spent there a few days. When i got out it took me a few weeks to fully recover. I convinced myself that i earned that beating for getting on other people’s business. I decided to carry a taser with me. A few months after that, someone tried to rob me, i pulled out my taser but it fell from my hand. I don’t know what got into me, but i filled myself with an uncontrollable anger, and i started beating that asshole. I punched him with all the strength that i had in my body and started punching him while screaming, it felt really really good. I had seen the Daredevil Netflix series a few days ago, so i put on a mask and went out to beat the shit of some more people. I got stabbed several times and i almost died. I decided to quit after that, but i heard rumors of some “crazy dipshit running around with a mask”. I comfort myself thinking that i made my neighborhood a little safer, but i think i just like hitting people.