George was a pirate, but he wasn’t a very good pirate.
You know how there’s the Motion Picture & Television Country House and Hospital?
They keep the old Hollywood actor and actress types there.
Well, there was also an old pirate rest home.
And George ended up there.
“But I’m only twenty-three!” yelled George.
The nurses had orders to keep George sedated.
He shuffled around in a hospital gown, his ass hanging out.
Pushing along a walker with wheels.
He spent a lot of time watching the television.
Not really knowing what was going on, not aware of anything, really.