The previous owner of this copy of Cracked's For Monsters Only magazine must have treated it monstrously. I bet he read it, over and over again, in the wee hours of Saturday morning, with a flimsy flashlight held precariously in one hand as he flipped through the pages with the other. And when the pages started tearing away from the spine, due to so many page turnings, he taped them back in place. Maybe his name was Freddy Meyer, the person who wrote the same on the back cover's ECCH certificate. Or maybe Freddy was just one owner among many along the way. Or maybe this issue was owned by a girl who knew Freddy, and she borrowed it from him–Monsterkids stick together like slime and muck, you know–and she taped it for posterity because she liked Freddy, a lot, not knowing that iPad's and ebook readers would eventually eliminate the need for taping worn pages, and holding flashlights precariously under bedsheets in the wee hours of the morning.
