Now we look in again on Paul’s old friend George. When first we met my ersatz Costanza, we learned he was a ward of the state. Now we see that a complete lack of responsibility isn’t all wine and roses.

Like most idiot men-children, George carries a hidden wound. It’s what Ben Folds so aptly called “White Boy Pain”, and it’s nothing a good drill instructor couldn’t cure. Although, knowing George, he’d probably pull a Private Pyle.

It’s only nine a.m. and you’ve already gotten a Stanley Kubrick reference and a Ben Folds (sans the Five) reference.

You’re welcome.