Nicole bought a ticket to ride. The price was nakedly apparent long before she died. Her face was pinched and crimped at the edges – too-pert features held too taut and compressed by too many bouts of cocaine, too many compulsive gym workouts and too much time given over to maintaining a cosmetic front.
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.
There is no precedent in the annals of American crime for the pile of excrement in which football hero OJ Simpson has landed himself.
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.
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.
Nicole Simpson lived life in the Hollywood fast lane. And now defense attorneys are planning to lift the lid on her free-spending, hard-partying lifestyle.
Already 2015 promises to be interesting year with the release of the much anticipated ‘American Crime Story: The People v. O.J Simpson’ which will share the tales of THE trial which began an incredible twenty years ago this month!
Nicole Brown Simpson 