I'll never forget Californians ripping the sheets of their beds , spray painting GO OJ, GO OJ, and racing down to the freeway to cheer on OJ as he passed by with a gun to his head.
During the trial of the century I was flying out of LAX to Logan and I wore my "the juice is loose" t-shirt that I copped on Krenshaw. The wine and cheese people were aghast. The Tshirt was so fucking cool it had a picture of Ojs face with the Bronco chase superimposed over it. I ended up in a heated debate witha a passenger that called oj a murderer and I repled by going "ARF!, ARF!," THATS ALL YOU GOT FOR EVIDENCE, A DOG BARKING.