OJ wanted the white life, and he had it all. Wealth, fame, loved by pretty much everyone in America. He lived in a mansion in Brentwood and he even had a white trophy wife.
In fact, his white life was so authentic that his white wife did what most white Brentwood wives do: she found a handsome boy waiting tables at a restaurant she liked, and she cheated on her husband with him. This wasn't a big deal, everyone does it. But boy, as soon as OJ found out he flew into a murderous rage and used his remarkable strength to butcher the both of them with a Bowie knife. He knew what he did, and flew to Chicago to escape. Indeed, it's forgotten but that's what he did until the cops called him to come back so they could investigate and find the real killer. I still remember the press conference at noon, long before The Chase, when the spokesman brought us up to date on the situation and then says, "We are now...actively searching for Mr. Simpson." And the whole room gasps audibly.
OJ wanted the white life, and he had it all. Wealth, fame, loved by pretty much everyone in America. He lived in a mansion in Brentwood and he even had a white trophy wife.
In fact, his white life was so authentic that his white wife did what most white Brentwood wives do: she found a handsome boy waiting tables at a restaurant she liked, and she cheated on her husband with him. This wasn't a big deal, everyone does it. But boy, as soon as OJ found out he flew into a murderous rage and used his remarkable strength to butcher the both of them with a Bowie knife. He knew what he did, and flew to Chicago to escape. Indeed, it's forgotten but that's what he did until the cops called him to come back so they could investigate and find the real killer. I still remember the press conference at noon, long before The Chase, when the spokesman brought us up to date on the situation and then says, "We are now...actively searching for Mr. Simpson." And the whole room gasps audibly.