how I did it
Remember O.J. Simpson? Last time he was in the news was 1995. He was being tried for the murders of his ex-wife and her yummylicious friend.
Despite the mountain of overwhelming evidence (like, um, blood, timelines, neighbor’s accounts, past wife-beatings, etc.) pointing to his guilt, the 12 stupidest people in the planet, quite possibly the universe, acquitted him on a technicality that didn’t even make sense. So he walked a free man, insisting that he had not done it.
Now, he’s going to publish a book entitled “If I Did It,” which will argue how, hypothetically, he could have killed Nicole and Ron. If that’s what he wanted. He could. But he didn’t. In theory.
I’m going to go out on a pretty sturdy limb here and say that O.J. hasn’t been able to sleep for the past 11 years; hence, the late pseudo-disclosure. Four out of three people agree that some of the titles previously considered for this book were:
1. My Confession: You know you want to know
2. How to get Away with Murder. Literally.
3. It was Fun and the Glove Thankfully Shrunk
4. Guide to Inner Machinations of the U.S. Penal System: Making them work in your favor
5. How I did It
