The Juice Is Loose

Every cat has nine lives, and OJ must think he's a cat. Instead, he's just a burnt-out, pathetic killer whose post-acquittal innocence charade has made a mockery out of justice, the memory of his murdered wife, and his children. With Attn. JC rotting away in hell, it's up to the Juice to generate persuasive "If the ski mask don't fit..." rhymes. Good luck with all that, OJ.