GOOD RIDDANCE TO OJ SIMPSON

That murderer got to live too long and too good a life for what he did to his two poor victims, his ex-wife Nicole Brown, and her good guy pal Ron Goldman.

I’m not saying that lightly—I slightly knew everyone involved. So even though I, of course, didn’t witness the horror firsthand, in my heart I know he did it.

I first met OJ Simpson at a friend’s house in the early ’90s. I was best friends with the wife, while he was best friends with the husband, who was a throat doctor we both saw. At the time, I was having the same vocal cord issues that OJ had previously suffered through, so he spent a good while convincing me to go to his speech pathologist to re-learn how to talk without hurting the cords. (That’s probably the only nice thing he ever did in his life!)

His wife, Nicole, was there, as well, but she and I never spoke more than a quick hello.

And then just about a year later, that whole gang, their young children, and I went to the circus one day. I sat with OJ on the party bus, and then with his whole family in the arena. He, of course, was very friendly, but Nicole was not. I later learned that she, rightly, did not trust her husband around other girls, so she would be cold to them. I was naïve then, so I didn’t understand at the time, but later I got it completely.

The next New Year’s Day, Mr. X and I were at the doctor’s house when he received a phone call from OJ, and he took it in the next room. The man came back upset and told us that OJ had beaten-up Nicole again, and was looking for her.

This was the same doctor whose receipt was found in Nicole’s safe deposit box after she was killed, alongside a picture of her black-and-blue face after one of the beatings. I still cannot believe the prosecutors never called him to testify! He told me that he was absolutely sure OJ had killed her and poor innocent-in-all-of-this Ron Goldman.

So, after that New Year’s Day, fast forward a couple of years to early June 1994, a couple of weeks before the murders. I had become friends with some young club guys, and was hanging-out with one of them, Nick, one day when he said that a trio of them were starting a hospitality company, and asked for my help, since I was a restaurant critic. He and I called Jeff, who asked me if I had met “Ronnie” yet, which I had not. He said, “Well, you’ve met the Greek kid, [Nick,] you’re talking to the Japanese kid, so now you have to meet the Jewish Kid!,” who turned-out to be Ron Goldman. They set-up for me to meet with all three of them in the next couple of weeks.

And then I came home one morning after an appointment, and Mr. X broke the news to me about Nicole Simpson having been murdered, and people thinking OJ was the one who did it, which I tried not to believe for a few days, until the evidence started coming forward, and I couldn’t deny it to myself anymore.

Two days later, Nick called me and asked if I knew who had just died. I told him that I was reeling from Nicole’s murder, so I couldn’t deal with hearing more bad news right then. And he said, “That’s it! Ronnie was murdered with her!!!” I couldn’t wrap my brain around that Ron was the guy I was going to meet in the next few days! It was even more horrific than I had imagined.

And let me clear something up right now—Ron was friendly with Nicole, but they weren’t friends who hung-out together. They knew each other from dance clubs, and he was a waiter at a local eatery where Nicole and her parents had eaten that night. So when she called the restaurant after they left to say that her mother had left her eyeglasses behind, Ron simply offered to drop them off, which is the kind deed he was doing when he was slaughtered.

And that is all I know personally.

But my two more interactions with OJ before all this were that he was on the board of a famous watch company, so we all got very discounted timepieces through him. And he was also repping a company that made life-size dollhouses, one of which was in his front yard for his little daughter. I loved it, so he was going to help me get one, as well, if I could find space for it somewhere. After the murders, I stopped wanting the dollhouse and I never wore the watch again.

But having watched the entire trial, and meeting him those few times, and knowing all the private situations from the mutual doctor pal, I have never wavered in my belief that OJ killed Nicole Simpson and Ron Goldman. Never ever.

Besides that I just knew it in my heart, as soon as his good friend and initial lawyer on the case, Howard Weitzman, quit early into it, my brain knew that OJ was guilty, too. Howard never admitted his knowledge before his death, (at least not publicly,) but it was obvious.

And, if you noticed, OJ, the evil ex-husband, with all the money and connections in the world, has never tried to find whom he referred to as “the real killer,” (because he knew it was himself,) although he said that he did.

And that sick creep actually wrote a book about how he would have committed the murders if he indeed had. The publishers finally thought better of the insane project, so the book never saw the light of day, but OJ did interviews about it. In 2006, he did one where he gave a “hypothetical confession,” in which he said a friend told him that something was going on at Nicole’s house. So OJ stated about that, “In the hypothetical, I put on the cap and gloves. I always kept a knife in the car for the crazies and stuff because you can’t travel with a gun.” He said that he had “words” with Ron, and then Nicole came out. He said, “As things got heated, I just remember that Nicole fell and hurt herself and this guy kind of got into a karate thing, and I said, ‘Well, you think you can kick my ass?’” He added that he “blacked-out” during the actual murders. None of that sounds “hypothetical” to me. Does it to anyone?

I’m sure that I’m not the only person who is grateful that OJ Simpson wound-up spending at least a few years in prison, albeit for yet another crime of his, kidnapping and armed robbery. He served nine years of his thirty-three year sentence, and was released seven years ago. I’m sad that he got to have any time of freedom and happiness after murdering Nicole and Ron.

Along with the rest of the world, I hope he rots in hell.

Good riddance, OJ Simpson.

I hope that now Ron and Nicole can finally really rest in peace.