Nicole Brown Simpson and Ron Goldman
You know, going over the TONS of notes and articles I have on these murders, made me remember just how bored I was with it. One thing for certain, NOBODY in this case, got what they deserved. Period.
A couple of interesting facts Ė just prior to the murder, OJ was supposedly spying on Nicole, and peeked in her windows as she was giving some guy a blow job. OJ got upset (not the guy, obviously). By the way, Nicole used to call waking a guy up with a blowjob, a "Brentwood Hello." Was it Goldman? Donít think so.
On Sunday June 12th, 1994 Ė Nicole Simpson was at she and OJís daughterís recital at Paul Revere Middle School in Brentwood. Allegedly OJ showed up unannounced and Nicole blew him off. He got angry. At 6:30 she dines with family (Not OJ Ė who was angry) at the Mezzaluna restaurant. She had the rigatoni Ė but Iíll go in to that later. After that, she walks across the road with her kids, to Ben and Jerryís and buys a dish of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, and goes home. NicHoleís mother gets home and realized that she lost her prescription gold rimmed glasses. HRR. She phones the restaurant, they have a look around and find them in the gutter outside (I could be really mean here.) Mom calls NicHole, who calls the restaurant and asks Goldman to drop them by while she runs a hot bath, lights some candles, and puts on a skimpy dress. She had met Ron before, at their local gym. They became *ahem* friends, and he was seen at times driving her Ferrari and playing with her children. Goldman heads home and changes his clothes (he only lived a 5 minute walk away), then down to NicHoleís house at 875 S. Bundy, 9:45 with the glasses in a white envelope. I donít know if its true, but a great piece of gossip I heard was that the waiters at Mezzaluna used to draw straws to see who would screw NicHole when she called.
Meanwhile, OJ flies to Chicago for some goddamn reason. Makes no difference. There is a complete possibility that he killed them AND made his flight in time. It should also be mentioned that his girlfriend Paula Barbithingy dumped OJ, and he was angry.
Around midnight, a neighbor found Nicoleís dog Kato wandering around the neighborhood. When he took the dog to Nicoleís, he had a nasty little discovery waiting for him. He called the cops.
Hereís the skinny. She was skinny. HAHAHA. Okay, bad joke. She weighed 129 pounds. Her hair was naturally brown, and she needed a touch up. She had a boob job, and she only had a lower tan line. Slapper. She also had post mortem bug bites Ė probably ants. A description of the neck injury goes as follows, "The incised would of the neck is gaping and exposes the larynx and cervical vertebral column. It measures 5 Ĺ by 2 Ĺ inches in length and is found at the level of the superior border of the larynx." That wound also cut into her spine. Iíll spare you the techie details, but this is the fatal wound. She would have lost consciousness 8 to 10 seconds later. It sounds short, but it must have been an eternity. She was also stabbed on the left side of her neck twice, and in the scalp 3 times. She had a bunch of injuries on her hands as well, from trying to fend off the killer.
This is her. I warn you Ė you might find this revolting.
Goldmanís throat was cut too, the first time being superficial, and it missed all the major veins. He fought the killer with a lot of strength and was cut in the throat again, this time severing the left internal jugular. He must have been in agony, and the killer used this moment of weakness to finish the job. The fatal wound could be one of two, that hit the left internal jugular vein, but that hardly describes what happened to him. He was so badly beaten Ė filled with stabs and bruises. Five wounds on the face, five stabs to the neck, left flank, right chest, right hand, left thigh etc etc. Jesus. He slumped back into the shrubbery in the walkway, and died a few agonizing minutes later.
This is him. Same goes.
He had his stepmothers shopping list and a beeper that was going off when they found him, as well as the glasses. Under Nicoleís feet was a takeaway menu. We all get them. I just think that this is very curious advertising for this particular restaurant, whatever itís called.
A couple of weeks prior to this event, OJ went to the Ross Cutlery Shop in downtown LA, and bought a knife. I went in and asked what kind of knife it was, and they told me it was a "Cold Steel Defender II Push Dagger," like this one. Although the murder weapon was never recovered, the knife OJ bought was compatible with the wounds.
Regarding her stomach contents, "gastric contents reveals approximately 500 ml. of chewed semisolid food in the stomach. Recognizable food particles are identified as follows, pieces of pasta appearing to be rigatoni, fragments of apparent spinach leaves; and the remainder, chewed, partially digested non-recognizable food material." Lish.
Her funeral was held at St. Martin of Tours church in Brentwood (same as John Candy) on the 16th, and OJ and the kids attended. It probably looked like a fucking Robert Palmer video with all those bitches in little black dresses dragging their feet behind the casket, out this back door.
Nicole was buried in Ascension Cemetery, in Lake Forest. Both OJ and Denise Brown were paid at different times, to pose for pictures at her grave. Christ, these people have no shame. Hmph. Says me.
400 people attended Ronís funeral. He is buried in Valley Oaks Cemetery, in Westlake Village.
On the 17th, a warrant was issued for OJís arrest. The "low speed Bronco car chase" and circus begins, complete with all those twats holding up signs saying "Save the Juice!" or "We love OJ!" Go to hell.
In the meantime, OJís home at 360 N. Rockingham, and Nicoleís houses turned in to tourist attractions. People were constantly around them, putting up more ridiculous signs. Of course I was there at Nicoleís, like you had to ask. This was taken a couple of days after the murders, with the police tape still up. And you know what? I had to. Quite different looking from a couple of nights earlier, huh? I even have some souvenirs. If these items could only talkÖ Eventually both places made attempts to camouflage.
One funny note about this: my sister was visiting me in LA, and I took her to see Nicoleís house, as you do. Guess who we found there, and who happily posed for this picture? Just when you think itís a small world, someone throws it in the wash and shrinks it up some more!
There was a trial. It was agonizing to watch, and yet we watched. Every single detail pored over, time and time again. Please donít make me go in to any detail about that junkie Faye Resnick, whore Kato Kaetlin, ignorant freeze up on the stand Rosa Lopez, or any other bit players in this case. Don't get me started on that cracker Mark Fuhrman.
Anyway, on October 3, 1995 Ė OJ was found not guilty. I will never forget where I was (as much as I try). It was weird. I almost cried. LA was like a ghost town. Everyone was scared to death of another riot. For that reason alone, I was relieved. Champagne was flowing at OJís. The rest of the world was (literally) stunned.
Mezzaluna closed in July of 1997. They claim it was partly because of the Simpson frenzy, but I think they are just trying for moral high ground to save face. That restaurant should have closed earlier on, and Nicole Simpson breathed new life into that dump. After they shut it, they decided to auction off everything, including the menus. One by one. Hmph. I stole mine when the dump was still open.
Some guy named Paul Crane, a lawyer, bought her condo, and changed the exterior and the address. Hereís what it looks like now.
"Even if I did do this, it would have to have been because I loved her very much, right?"
"Listen, I would love to get my hands on whoever did this. Love to."
On Wednesday July 30th 1998, the Rockingham house of OJ was knocked down. Denise the bitch Brown was there with the rest of the gawkers. "I donít think Iíve ever been this happy in a long time. Simpson is slowly but surely being demolished." Never mind the fact that he didnít even live there anymore. Idiot. I hate her. Go and date Geraldo Rivera again. Or make up a full time job for yourself by starting a charity with your murdered sisterís name. Or sell the childrenís pictures to a tabloid Ė oh wait, that was the other Brown sister.
The families won the civil lawsuit, awarding the Goldman and Brown families 33.5 million dollars in damages. Big respect goes to Ron Goldmanís father Fred, who offered to reject all of OJís money, in exchange for a murder confession. OJ refused. Strangely (or not) mostly everything OJ owned was put in a trust for his children, the same day the court signed the damage judgment against Simpson. The rest of the stuff was auctioned off, and some guy from Denver bought $16,000 worth of OJ shit, and burned it, in front of the LA courthouse. They had a permit. I just think itís a bit ridiculous. He could have given that money to some needy organization. Or me.
In April of 1998, OJ did an interview with a talk show host here in Britain named Ruby Wax. I find her really tedious to begin with, especially when she makes faces behind peopleís backs. Anyway, as a joke, OJ shows up at her hotel room, and mimics the PSYCHO music, and pretends to stab her with a banana. A very bad joke, in extremely poor taste for him, taken completely out of context and used by Ruby for her own purposes. I wonder how much she paid for the interview. She certainly sucked up to him enough.
This is the part where Iím torn. The Brown family sold Nicoleís diary to the National Enquirer for a hundred grand. They made an additional 162 grand for magazines and television programs, including the sale of Nicoleís wedding video. Nicoleís dad also worked for OJ. Nicole also lent her parents 50 grand. Then they were in dispute with the Goldman family about the money from the civil suit. I think they sold out LONG before that. You reap what you sow.
Open note to the defense: Everyone knows that an old dried up bloody glove will shrink up. If it didnít fit Ė you can suck my dick.
Did anyone else think that the dancing Itoís from Jay Lenoís show were ridiculous and unfunny? God, I hated being alive that year.
Trivia: At one point the jurors ate at a branch of California Pizza Kitchen, and were given T-shirts by the establishment. The next day in court, 12 of the 17 wore them. The back of the shirts said, "14 ethnically diverse cultures peacefully coexisting on a thin, delicious crust."
More: Simpson played golf with Bill Clinton, 3 weeks prior to the murders.
And a big Brentwood Hello to yíall.