Could they look any more like losers? That dude to the right of OJ looks like a cross between John Goodman and Droopy Dog. And most of them look a little bit too old to be caught up in this sort of thing, don't you think? In a couple of more years if they're still into this sort of lifestyle, they're going to be beating down the hotel doors with their canes and walkers.
As long as I'm on the subject of OJ's own virtual surreality, meet his sister, Carmelita Durio:
As you can tell, Carmelita is not happy with the verdict. Nor is her mustard shirted, strained and constipated looking, hug-support dude there. (Wait a minute. Carmelita? And Orenthal? What was his mother smoking when she named them? And come on, Orenthal James? You give the guy a first name like Orenthal and then you go with James for the middle name? Why not something equally as wacky? Like Orenthal Jamequa or something like that? James. Wow. I have to find out what Carmelita's middle name is now. Probably Sue.) But she's still not as unhappy as OJ is here (and why wouldn't he be? He's going to miss his own party now.)
You know, I look at that picture above and I just think "Wah." Well, that and "It's about freaking time." At least one jury got it right. And they are defending themselves and their verdict that they reached because of course, the question of whether or not he got a fair trial because the entire jury was white has been brought up. Fortunately, one of the jurors reminded people that they were chosen and agreed upon by both sides. Therefore, if you want to blame the jury, start with the people who put it together, namely the prosecution and the defense.
The jurors also said that they couldn't believe anything any of the witnesses said, so they went strictly by the evidence. There were tape recordings of all of the hooplah going on in the $35 a night hotel room and OJ is (apparently) clearly heard and thus, sealing his own pathetic fate. All for some of Joe Montana's cleats, Pete Rose baseballs and OJ stuff (not sure what that entails. Footballs, maybe? Knives?). Even Montana's cleats don't make it all worth it.
And as we all sit around and not give a crap about how long OJ will be in jail until his sentencing hearing (after which he will likely be transferred to the state prison system), the sunny folks over at the Las Vegas Sun have provided pictures (that were provided to them by the brave folks at the Metro Police) of OJ's new living quarters.