"he didn't pull out a knife, so i interviewed him."
A loud knock on my apartment door disrupted my watching of Brandon, Dylan, and Brenda. I opened it to find my then-girlfriend British Liz who was supposed to be in a 4-hour evening class panting, trying to catch her breath.
“What are you doing here? What’s wrong?” I asked her.
“Oh Jay…Simp…son…is…on campus…you have…to go…interview him.”
“Who?”
“OJ fucking Simpson!!!”
“But 90210 is on,” I said.
Read more, in "How I Met OJ Simpson and Survived Without Getting Stabbed Multiple Times!"
“What are you doing here? What’s wrong?” I asked her.
“Oh Jay…Simp…son…is…on campus…you have…to go…interview him.”
“Who?”
“OJ fucking Simpson!!!”
“But 90210 is on,” I said.
Read more, in "How I Met OJ Simpson and Survived Without Getting Stabbed Multiple Times!"