O.J. Simpson is sick, fucked-up son of a bitch. From MSNBC.com:

The former football great, who was acquitted in criminal court 11 years ago of killing his ex-wife, Nicole Brown Simpson, and her friend, Ron Goldman, reportedly has been paid a whopping $3.5 million to write about the double murder that shocked and riveted the nation in 1994, according to a detailed report in the new National Enquirer. But Simpson is not actually confessing to the murder — rather, he’s writing a “hypothetical” book — which the Enquirer reports is tentatively being called “If I Did It.” The early part of the book tells how Simpson fell in love with Nicole and how the marriage collapsed, reports the tab. He goes on, according to the article, to describe in gruesome detail the killing of his ex-wife and Goldman; he stipulates that the murder scenes are “hypothetical.” But, notes the tab, the descriptions are “so detailed and so chillingly realistic” that readers are left with little doubt as to what really happened.

I think he has his murder trial confused with a public gaffe, similar to the one experienced by Hugh Grant involving a hooker, for which the American public will forgive him over time. Let me explain, O.J. Getting a blow-job by a hooker–bad, yet forgivable. Double homicide, one of which is the mother of your children–pretty f-ing f-ed up.