There's more:
Apparently when Scrap FINALLY got out of elementary school at age 21 (they had no choice, all the kids were embarassed to be in the same class as him), he got shove into some learning program for the severely retarded. They couldn't work out what level to teach him, so they just threw pencils and paper at him and told him to muddle through it. After 10 years of this, they decided that enough was enough and asked the services whether they would take him, you know, for discipline etc. The Army said no, so they tried the Navy. They said 'no, try the Air Force'. The Air Force said fuck off, try the marines. The marines took him, but couldn't think of what to do with him. So they told him to do KP and shine everyone's boots.
Well, after not very long he got tossed from there, because he kept using the wrong polish on the boots, and fucked up all the equipment in the kitchen. The Camp Colonel said 'I don't care what you do with him, just get him out of here!' before swallowing a bottle of Valium.
So since then, Ol' Scrap has been sitting in a room somewhere in California, behind a computer spewing out bullshit and dreaming of things that others have done, but things that he cannot possibly hope to achieve, being the failure he is. And in that period he has also become an alcoholic and meth head, downing 6 packs of cheap crappy beer and plonk and wasting his dole checks on whatever low grade meth he can scrounge up from the Puerto Ricans in his neighbourhood. At 39, this poor, slob of a failure is on a one way ticket to oblivion. The only problem is, his IQ of 75 is stopping him from seeing it.