
O.J. Simpson’s lawyers are saying that Walter Alexander, Simpson’s accomplice-turned-rat, sold his to the highest bidder.
Out by the pool at the posh Palms resort a few hours before the alleged heist, “he asked me if I could watch his back,” after which “he leaned forward and it was kind of like, ‘Hey, do you think you can get some heat?’ ” Alexander testified. “‘Just in case things go wrong—just in case, you know, they may have heat, you know, can you bring some heat?’ “
The prosecuters are saying, “who the hell cares, we’ve got O.J.’s ass!”
I kinda (kinda) feel sorry for him. Lord, help me.
I know I am about to feel some heat (ha!) from the peanut gallery.