If I Did It by O.J. Simpson

Author:O.J. Simpson [Simpson, O.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: [Côte d’Azur]
Published: 2006-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

6

The Night in Question

I was in a lousy mood after the recital. I was exhausted, and not looking forward to getting on another plane, but most of all I was upset about my brief conversation with Ron Fishman. I didn’t like what Ron had said about Nicole and the girls: We don’t know the half of it. The half I did know about was bad enough, but Ron seemed to think it was worse than either of us imagined. I also thought back to my conversation with Cora, Ron’s wife, and felt another twinge of guilt. I’d pretty much given up on Nicole, but she was still the mother of my kids. I had to do something; if not for her, for them.

For a few moments, sitting there in my living room, I wondered if I should threaten to fight her for custody. The idea was not to take the kids away from her – I knew that would destroy her but to shake her up so badly that she’d finally start trying to get her shit together. The girl was an accident waiting to happen.

As I was thinking about this possibility, Kato showed up. He was carrying a towel and a magazine and asked if he could use the Jacuzzi.

“Sure,” I said.

“How was the recital?”

“Fine.”

“Did you talk to Nicole?”

“I went out of my way to not talk to her,” I said.

“You look bummed, man. What happened?”

“Nothing,” I said. “This shit’s endless. You should have seen the skirt she was wearing. She thinks she’s still a teenager.”

“Can I ask you something?” Kato said. “Why is Nicole so fucking mad at me?”

I didn’t want to get into it – all that business about Kato living rent-free without doing anything to earn it – so I told him not to worry. “You know how she is,” I said. “She puts her anger and craziness on everyone else.”

I noticed the magazine in his hand. It was the current issue of Playboy. Kato flipped it open and showed me one of the girls inside.

He said he knew her and could introduce me, but I wasn’t interested. He went off to get into the Jacuzzi and I found myself thinking about a Raiders cheerleader I’d known some years back. She looked a little like the girl in Playboy. I dug up her number and called, and when her machine picked up I left a message. “Hey, it’s me. O.J. I wanted to see how you were doing, and to tell you that I’m a free man – a totally free man. Call me.” I hung up and realized that I really did feel kind of free, but the feeling only lasted a few moments. I found myself thinking about Nicole again, and then about Paula. I was pissed at Nicole, and Paula was pissed at me because of Nicole. Maybe I should have taken Paula to the reception. I had tried to be respectful of Nicole and the Browns, and once again I got bit in the ass for my efforts.

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