Sex and Crime: Oliver's Strange Journey by Oliver Markus Page A
Authors: Oliver Markus
Tags: Suicide, Mental Illness, depression, Addiction, drugs, Prostitution, drugs abuse, prostitution slavery, drugs and crime, prostitution and drug abuse
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next day, I
saw that she had fresh scars on her wrists. She had tried to kill
herself after I left. Now she tried to trivialize it and said that
she was only playing around and accidentally cut deeper than she
meant to.
I felt so bad for her, I agreed to marry
her. And it really didn't seem like such a terrible idea. We did
love each other, and hey, if it didn't work out, I could always get
a divorce later.
But in the meantime, every nice day together
would be a gift that nobody could ever take away from me
afterwards. And how fucking awesome is it that some little computer
geek from Germany is marrying this hot woman in New York? I felt
like one of those two kids in that movie Weird Science, who created
the perfect woman on their computer and then brought her to
life.
A few days later, on February 6th 1993,
Donna and I ended up getting married. In the living room. By now
the money I had made producing video games was running out. I
needed to find a job, but while my green card application was being
processed, I was technically an illegal alien fresh off the banana
boat. Legally I was not allowed to work, because I didn't even have
a social security card yet.
In school, I had always drawn silly little
pictures, cartoons and comics, to pass the time when I got bored.
Donna knew I could draw pretty well, so she asked me to draw her a
picture of a knight fighting a dragon. It came out pretty good, and
she suggested that I should try to make a living drawing cartoons
or comics.
That seemed like a pretty cool idea. After
all, if Mikey Mouse and Bugs Bunny can make billions of dollars, I
should be able to make at least a little bit of money with my own
cartoons. It was worth a shot. I had no idea at the time how tough
it is to break into that business.
I drew a batch of 10 single panel gag
cartoons, similar to Gary Larson's The Far Side. Since everything
in Europe is a lot more liberal than in the States, they have a
much darker, edgier sense of humor as well. I was used to the
uncensored cartoons in German humor magazines like Titanic, which
often included nudity and very bad taste, like graphic dead baby
jokes. Not the kind of stuff any American magazine or newspaper
would ever publish.
I sent my first batch of cartoons to King
Features Syndicate, the largest distributor of newspaper comics.
They supply thousands of papers across the country with daily comic
strips. I was so oblivious, I had no idea how remote my chances
were of actually selling a cartoon to King Features. It's kinda
like a kid writing a movie script with crayons and then sending it
to Universal Studios, hoping to get a movie deal. It just doesn't
happen.
And then it happened anyway. King Features
bought one of the cartoons from the very first batch of cartoons I
ever drew and published it in thousands of newspapers. I thought,
"Hey, that was easy. Fame and fortune, here I come!"
It wasn't until a few months later, that I
found out how lucky I had been. It was almost like winning the
lottery. I was told that every year, over 3000 new artists submit
their cartoons to King Features, hoping to make a sale and get
their cartoons syndicated in thousands of newspapers. And from what
I was told, only about three or four new artists get lucky each
year. And here I was, selling a cartoon to King Features at my very
first try. Woah!
I figured, making a living as a cartoonist
would be a piece of cake. But after that first lucky sale, I didn't
sell anything for a while, because my sense of humor was just way
too dark for American magazines. It took me a while to understand
the different sense of humor in America.
In the meantime I had also submitted a
manuscript for a comic book to a German cartoon publishing house.
The editor there wrote me a personalized rejection letter and
politely explained that my cartoons were amateurish crap. He told
me that a pretty famous German cartoonist, who had dozens of books
published,
saw that she had fresh scars on her wrists. She had tried to kill
herself after I left. Now she tried to trivialize it and said that
she was only playing around and accidentally cut deeper than she
meant to.
I felt so bad for her, I agreed to marry
her. And it really didn't seem like such a terrible idea. We did
love each other, and hey, if it didn't work out, I could always get
a divorce later.
But in the meantime, every nice day together
would be a gift that nobody could ever take away from me
afterwards. And how fucking awesome is it that some little computer
geek from Germany is marrying this hot woman in New York? I felt
like one of those two kids in that movie Weird Science, who created
the perfect woman on their computer and then brought her to
life.
A few days later, on February 6th 1993,
Donna and I ended up getting married. In the living room. By now
the money I had made producing video games was running out. I
needed to find a job, but while my green card application was being
processed, I was technically an illegal alien fresh off the banana
boat. Legally I was not allowed to work, because I didn't even have
a social security card yet.
In school, I had always drawn silly little
pictures, cartoons and comics, to pass the time when I got bored.
Donna knew I could draw pretty well, so she asked me to draw her a
picture of a knight fighting a dragon. It came out pretty good, and
she suggested that I should try to make a living drawing cartoons
or comics.
That seemed like a pretty cool idea. After
all, if Mikey Mouse and Bugs Bunny can make billions of dollars, I
should be able to make at least a little bit of money with my own
cartoons. It was worth a shot. I had no idea at the time how tough
it is to break into that business.
I drew a batch of 10 single panel gag
cartoons, similar to Gary Larson's The Far Side. Since everything
in Europe is a lot more liberal than in the States, they have a
much darker, edgier sense of humor as well. I was used to the
uncensored cartoons in German humor magazines like Titanic, which
often included nudity and very bad taste, like graphic dead baby
jokes. Not the kind of stuff any American magazine or newspaper
would ever publish.
I sent my first batch of cartoons to King
Features Syndicate, the largest distributor of newspaper comics.
They supply thousands of papers across the country with daily comic
strips. I was so oblivious, I had no idea how remote my chances
were of actually selling a cartoon to King Features. It's kinda
like a kid writing a movie script with crayons and then sending it
to Universal Studios, hoping to get a movie deal. It just doesn't
happen.
And then it happened anyway. King Features
bought one of the cartoons from the very first batch of cartoons I
ever drew and published it in thousands of newspapers. I thought,
"Hey, that was easy. Fame and fortune, here I come!"
It wasn't until a few months later, that I
found out how lucky I had been. It was almost like winning the
lottery. I was told that every year, over 3000 new artists submit
their cartoons to King Features, hoping to make a sale and get
their cartoons syndicated in thousands of newspapers. And from what
I was told, only about three or four new artists get lucky each
year. And here I was, selling a cartoon to King Features at my very
first try. Woah!
I figured, making a living as a cartoonist
would be a piece of cake. But after that first lucky sale, I didn't
sell anything for a while, because my sense of humor was just way
too dark for American magazines. It took me a while to understand
the different sense of humor in America.
In the meantime I had also submitted a
manuscript for a comic book to a German cartoon publishing house.
The editor there wrote me a personalized rejection letter and
politely explained that my cartoons were amateurish crap. He told
me that a pretty famous German cartoonist, who had dozens of books
published,
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