Mr. Simpson (you can’t think I will call him O.J.) had hitherto barbarically beaten and terrorized Nicole Brown Simpson – bodybuilding and apparent vacuity not being mitigating factors in her fearful alarm or exculpatory factors in his demented actions – and he had, as a consequence, left behind two innocent children.
My repugnance was indistinguishable from a kind of fever: It was nausea and revulsion; like any illness, it became itself the focus of intense interest to me, so that finally my questions were about myself and not – perhaps I should be embarrassed to admit – about Mr. Simpson or even about his victims, lying (in my forever-stained imagination) in a sludgy river of blood.
May I say, without incurring wrath, that I didn’t like her face? Continue reading White AND Blonde? Exercise SOME Control Man!
The high school field trip was California all the way: a psychology class spending a weekend on Santa Catalina island, that balmy resort 23 miles off the Pacific coast, with no apparent goal except, perhaps, to study the stress-reducing effects of sunning and swimming.
But two of the students had other ideas. A few hours after the class and teacher were dropped off at some cabins on the far side of the island, the boat that had brought them made a return trip, circling back to pick up two girls who seemed to have prearranged their departure.
With no explanation, off went a junior named Nicole Brown, who with her sun-drenched blond hair and tan could have been the prototype of the California girl… Continue reading That Was Just Nicole!
Nicole Simpson looked stunning in a black two-piece jogging suit as she trotted along the tree-lined boulevard in West Los Angeles.
Motorists took their eyes off the road to admire her shapely form. Some even tooted their horns. It was another sunny day in the wealthy, fashionable suburb of Brentwood and 35-year-old Nicole was feeling great.
She gulped in the warm air and yelled to her running partner, doctor’s wife Cora Fischman: “I feel so free now. I feel like I can do anything I want.”
Then she gasped: “You know what, Cora – I’m not afraid of him any more.”
It was Friday, June 10, 1994, and by “him,” Nicole was clearly referring to O.J. Simpson, sports legend, all-American hero and the brutal, womanizing man to whom she had been married for seven years. She had recently dashed O.J.’s last hope of reconciliation. Continue reading That Final Run for Freedom!
Nicole Simpson had an eerie premonition of her death – just five weeks before she was murdered she scrambled to make out a will to ensure her children would be taken care of if anything happened to her.
Friends have told STAR that Nicole was terrified of how ex-husband O.J. Simpson would react to her decision to leave him for good, and they feared the blonde beauty may have known that she could never escape him… Continue reading One Secret Eerie Premonition?
A bizarre link has been found between the brutal murder of Nicole Simpson and a young nightclub owner – a connection that defense lawyers hope will help prove O.J.’s innocence.
STAR has learned that Nicole and her friend Ronald Goldman were both regulars at a club owned by murder victim Brett Cantor, whose death was eerily similar to the Simpson slayings.
In fact, there are so many chilling similarities in the vicious killings of all three that Judge Lance Ito has given Simpson defense attorney Robert Shapiro permission to review the original police reports into Cantor’s death.
The 24-year-old businessman who was killed last year, owned the Dragonfly Club, in the heart of Hollywood… Continue reading An Incredible Coincidence or One Masterful Effort…
O.J. Simpson heaped so much abuse on his ex-wife Nicole during the final months of her life, she plunged into zombie-like states of depression and had to be snapped back to reality.
That’s just one of the chilling revelations from her trusted housekeeper who watched O.J. destroy the woman he claimed to love.
In a world exclusive ENQUIRER interview, Elvia Alonzo – who lived with Nicole and her two children right up until the young beauty’s death – speaks out for the first time. Continue reading Roses Are Red and YOU Will Be Soon Dead!