A friend of mine, who happens to be a well known French photographer, is putting a book on famous murder/death scenes. Last year, we went to Marilyn's house on 5th Helena (here in L.A.), O.J.'s house on Bundy Dr. and we tried to find the Manson/Tate murder scene. Unfortunately, the houses on Cielo Dr. have been moved around, the numbers have been changed, and there is no way to know for sure anymore. They did it on purpose at the time of the murders to avoid an outflow of onlookers.
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PS: Rich, I don't think I was walking yet :.
Thierry, when I partially managed Grafitti comic shoppe in Westwood, OJ came in with Nicole one day. It was before they got married - about 1981-82 or so.
so here I am pricing comics and here they come, OJ first. He-stops-right-at-the-footstop, but does not step at, craning his head in the doorway. I look up & say "Hey.. OJ!" and he picks up a leg and steps in like a Tex Avery cartoon character with a big bounding step. Like a vampire.. he couldn't come in until you greeted him!! Nicole came in behind him.. she must have been 19 years old or something I told myself
anyway, I tell him how much I enjoyed seeing him on screen and etc.. Then he says "what about my football career?" and I told him his career was ending as I was beginning to watch football and that I didn't see him enough to appreciate him.
he turned on his heels and left so fast it was like he wasn't even there to begin with.. what an egomaniac..
you know, his current apartment isn't all that far here in Nevada.. maybe I can stop by and asks if he remembers me??