What Do You Mean “If”?
Yesterday, TMZ posted a PDF filing containing a leaked version of OJ Simpson’s ill-fated, “hypothetical” confession manuscript, “If I Did It”. It has since been removed. Today, the file is up a Celebitchy. Now, no one knows for sure how TMZ obtained this copy of the manuscript, but one can only speculate.
Since the judge ruled that the Goldman family, who wants to re-name the confession manuscript “Confessions of a Double Murderer, has the rights to the book, it’s an odd coincidence the book, in it’s entirety, has been leaked on the Interwebs. Especially when you consider Simpson owes the Goldmans over $33 mil.
Here’s an excerpt. You read it and decide for yourself whether or not Simpson is speculating, or if he really murdered the couple.
“I looked over at Goldman, and I was fuming. I guess he thought I was going to hit him, because he got into his little karate stance. “What the fuck is that?” I said. “You think you can take me with your karate shit?” He started circling me, bobbing and weaving, and if I hadn’t been so fucking angry I would have laughed in his face. “O.J., come on!” It was Charlie again, pleading. Nicole moaned, regaining consciousness. She stirred on the ground and opened her eyes and looked at me, but it didn’t seem like anything was registering. Charlie walked over and planted himself in front of me blocking my view. “We are fucking done here, man-let’s go!”
“I noticed the knife in Charlie’s hand, and in one deft move I removed my right glove and snatched it up. “We’re not going anywhere,” I said, turning to face Goldman. Goldman was still circling me, bobbing and weaving, but I didn’t feel like laughing anymore. “You think you’re tough, motherfucker?” I said. I could hear Charlie just behind me, saying something, urging me to get the fuck out of there, and at one point he even reached for me and tried to drag me away, but I shook him off, hard, and moved toward Goldman. “Okay, motherfucker!” I said. “Show me how tough you are!”
“Then something went horribly wrong, and I know what happened, but I can’t tell you exactly how. I was still standing in Nicole’s courtyard, of course, but for a few moments I couldn’t remember how I’d gotten there, when I’d arrived, or even why I was there. Then it came back to me, very slowly: The recital-with little Sydney up on stage, dancing her little heart out; me, chipping balls into my neighbor’s yard; Paula, angry, not answering her phone; Charlie, stopping by the house to tell me some more ugly shit about Nicole’s behavior. Then what? The short, quick drive from Rockingham to the Bundy condo. And now?”
Popularity: 1% [?]
