He was The Varnisher. He was exhausted. He could barely sit up. On top of that, he was immensely stoned. You would be too, if you sniffed as much varnish as he did. Technically, he was not a crime fighter, unless you consider exposed wood a crime. He was better defined as one who corrected in order to beautify, than he was a vigilante. His heart was in the right place.