O.J.'s lawyer whispers soothing words of comfort into his ear, and kisses him gently on the cheek
A bored and playful O.J. demonstrates for the court how he threw the men in the hotel room against the wall IF he would have done it
O.J.'s eyes are bloodshot, a result of years of searching for the real killer. Plus, his neck is too fat for his shirt, and that's painful!
Poor O.J.! Court is boring and he could sure use a bump. Forced to stand trial for his latest crime spree, O.J. was clearly agitated in court as his lawyer tried to comfort him with some soft words of encouragement. On a recent flight from Las Vegas to Florida, he tried hard to make friends. First, he complained about his legal problems, saying he hadn't committed a crime in weeks. Okay, I don't know what he said, but he was trying to get sympathy.
He seemed desperate for friends and attention, and amiably chatted about Mexican beer, and his fave singers, Mick Jagger and Stevie Wonder. Unable to sleep, he tried to put the moves on the girl who was unlucky enough to be sitting next to him. She said all she could think of was that he was a murderer. Poor O.J. No one understands him.
