everyone read where the wild things are, it had that medal on the front that all the good children books got, that silver joint...
My bad, not everyone read that book, the kids that would later on become siccness heads were trying to get a hit of there passed out drunk moms sess weed, and playing the lovable childhood game of j-boegs and savs... of course everyone choose the sav, right before they went and told they mommies on the other kids