"Have you ever known a guy who just makes you itch?" That's how Marvin's Manager at Dominos Pizza described his least-understood co-worker after Marvin's arrest in Chicago, Illinois during the Summer of 1991.
Corn Fed decided to tell Marvin's compelling story because the members of Corn Fed believe that Marvin is innocent. To this day, Marvin's innocence is the subject of debate not only in Iowa, his hometown, but throughout the world.

Let's start at the start: Marvin was born and raised in Des Moines, Iowa. A dubious and deviant childhood, his perverse attraction to women, and his refashioned '69 Dodge drove him out of Iowa and into Chicago where he began his career delivering at Dominos Pizza. During his days off, Marvin spent his time riding the subways and elevated trains. "I stare at the pretties on the trains by lookin' at them reflections in the winders," he'd later tell police.

On one fateful June day, Marvin took his peeping too far. By eavesdropping on one of her many cellular telephone calls, he obtained a young woman's home address: "show up, like, whenever," he heard her say. "The earlier the better. We'll make a total bash of it. We'll get some pizzas, and just, like, do whatever. Huh? Susan, Steph, and Jennifer are coming around 8:00. What? You are joking? You don't remember my address? You are soooo dead. It's 1734 Raintree Avenue..."

Later that evening, Marvin, armed with two large pizzas and a drooly grin, pulled up to 1734. He got out of the car and walked up the front porch toward the party, which was in full swing. The unexpected pizzas were welcomed with opened arms. Steph was soooo hungry, she hugged Marvin, pizzas and all. "We were just about to order food, and, like, like this scruffy guy just showed up with, get this, pizza!" she' would have later told police had she survived the evening.

Marvin's controversial version of what happened that evening has been debated ever since the trial. "She was all over me. Then her friends started touching all over me too. I had to go to the pisser, right? But I couldn't take a leak cause they was all over me and I was, you know, excited, so then I had to relieve myself... you know, another way. So I come out of the pisser and find everyone, you know, not breathin'."

Marvin's trouble only started there. His court-appointed lawyer was no match for the prosecuting attorney who's case was based merely on the following argument: "Folks, this pizza man walked through a room full of ALIVE people, entered the bathroom, and the next minute found everyone...DEAD. That's pretty convenient. A little too convenient if you ask me."

Soon after the trial, Marvin took residence at the Illinois State Penal Institution in Joliet, Illinois. That's where he met Tyrel, his first roommate. Tyrel was large and angry. "I don't want to talk about him," Marvin said in an exclusive, secret interview years later. While inside, Marvin kept busy by avoiding Tyrel and by watching movies about prison breaks - Cool Hand Luke being his favorite. In addition to being entertaining, those movies served Marvin in ways no one could have foreseen. On August 22nd, 1997, exactly six years from the day he was convicted in one of the shortest and most comical trials on record, Marvin escaped. Rumor has it, he headed South to Florida and lives near a factory because factories pump out very warm water, very warm water, very warm water. Did he do it? Find out on August 27th at the Lakeshore Theater.