It was the summer of 8th grade. I flipped on the TV, saw the Juice was loose, so I called some friends over and had a OJ party. We were constantly on the phone with other people to see if they were aware of the situation.

We were back in school when the verdict came in. Naturally, I had been sent to the office because I just can’t keep quiet. I saw the secretary take a phone call, and then immediately announce over the PA that OJ was innocent. I could hear my buddy Josh “Plumper” Davis running through the halls screaming “The juice is loose!” over and over. The whole school erupted in cheer.

It was so weird because we all knew he killed those people, but for some reason, we were happy he won…maybe because it was nice to see the LAPD lose one after all the insane shit they got away with over the years. Who knows. We were just a bunch of white kids from Wisconsin raised on Guns N Roses and gangster rap. Shit was crazy back then.