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The Juice

"There was no black or white. Someone who had been good their entire life could, in fact, do something evil. People were just as capable of committing murder, under the right circumstances, as any monster." - Jodi Picoult

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Aftermath

It all ended in a bloodbath... I used to be too passive to fight
But what happened tonight is not something you come back from in life
A tension you can cut with a knife... I should trail out of public view
They'll all assume I'm another Jew that got bailed out from this too
Essentially the evening news has to expect some leaks
Like flasks of some empty bleach I used to mask my identity
Seems it throws them off my scent... I'm chloroforming the law
There's no bigger story thus far than that obligatory remark
Not for the weak of heart - Most are rotten to pieces
Before leaving this earth I'll be known for all the wrong reasons
I'm covered in so much plasma it supersedes one bath
I now know the potential of my muscle mass is severely untapped...
Just a cheap money grab; I got more than I bargained for
Not even this mop of gorgeous hair could soak up what was on the floor
June 12th, 1994... a date that I would forever rethink
Turning pencil to ink, drowning in cigarettes and energy drinks
They're usually never in sync... I might change my mind in an instant
The mark of cowardice is hiding failure behind indifference
I should pull the plug on this... I'll never be free from critics
Esteemed but priviledged, no wonder my clean cut image seems suspicious...

The Night Of

A few hours earlier, before I emptied all my known fervor
I was a 25 year old server with plenty of time to grow further
No end to the road ahead - I get on nerves that's for sure
Was even known to hord bourbon before I served the horderves
Important to learn the ropes of the business if you hoped to go far
My ultimate goal was to launch a restaurant and own my own bar
But I'd settle for being a supermodel or a Hollywood star
Started so many new chapters I've become a walking bookmark
Money was sparse, I took it hard; My parents cued the alarm
Upon seeing the 'Ankh' symbol of life tattoo'd on my arm
A lofty goal understated; For years that was the intelligent move
Even when receiving EMT training, a career path I never pursued
Abs chiseled like statues, I should be gracing magazine covers
The better you look the more you see - A model employee waiting to be discovered
I freely shunned family money; That's true grit to a T
So anti-Jewish but I made up for it with a few gratuities
Foolish of me but I thought I saw a blond haired beauty, gazing
Our eyes locked in hot pursuit from across the room of patrons
Was a few years of age more - The younger they are the less they give
This was tenable, meaning when I was born she was about a decade in
Doubts don't sink they swim; Part of me wanted to run for the door
I wasn't 'shore' but could've sworn I've seen her somewhere before...
Famous people galore, yet I'm never on a chase for profit
I got a plate, stepped out on a break to contemplate my options
Sick to myself for delaying, it wasn't even discussed
I was teeming with lust, like Cupid's arrows had immediately struck
Stuck with a vested interest; I'm sort of a sweating misfit
Who burned up on re-entry... she took off before I could get her digits...
Shift finished when the last know-it-all here had come and left
I was near the end of my day when the phone call reared its ugly head
The landline rung like necks, we're talking a minor infraction
Reminding us staff of a pair of forgotten designer sunglasses
So happens they were the woman's, the one with the reservation booked
Since my initial reservations didn't payoff I volunteered to take a look
I'd do whatever it took... It's unusual to change one's past
What does lost glasses infer other than an excuse to make contact?
So I ran to where she once sat with the widest grin
But alas no glasses were recovered, much to my chagrin
The world's smallest violin... I punched out at a normal time
Ducking out the back entrance into the California night
Life starts free, but dead end jobs leave us stuck in a rut
I'm bubbling up; I wanna smoke but haven't had a puff in a month
I'm under construction, it seems it's doing a number on my knees
Because I stumbled across the sunglasses in a gutter on the street
My gut turns when I see them, discreet as I can ever hope
I returned inside, enveloping them nicely in a white envelope
Such a sly devil though... I live life with no regrets
So I said I'd bring them back to the woman's home address
More or less... Plans have been laid more times than myself
I coalesce at the bar, fanning flames inside I had shelved
Felt like an hour was a day, I'm ready to devour my prey
Jumped in my car and rushed to my apartment to shower and change
My roommate watched Naked Gun 33 and a 3rd on a bootleg tape
It just released three months prior - An illegal step few may take
I wouldn't hear of it; I'm not even thinking out the plot
It was like an out of body experience I could never bring myself to watch
"Ron's so broke he doesn't have a sense of humor..." It was an obvious burn
Still I told my roommate we would hit up a nightclub upon my return
He barely acknowledged or turned... I guess this was easy to do
Most famous people peruse, if he only knew the secretive truth
Adamant that a mint would improve my pestilent breath
My shoes were fresh and in spec, it put a little pep in my step
I've yet to guess the best nightcap to a day undercover
I vacate my humble abode practicing every statement I'll utter
I'm just gonna go in, enjoying as lust takes over summer
Once I make my move, it'll be over quick one way or another...

The Meeting

Pulled up to the curb and parked, it's lifestyle of the rich around here
Pitch dark as I checked my reflection in the flip-down mirror
Told myself if I couldn't have her I would forever disappear
Transparency is vital, and right now that's never been as clear
They say I'm handsome and debonair, my gift of gab is enterprised
Don't need a pen and paper to have her listed address memorized
I think of that dress and her thighs... I left my car pretty fast
Headlights blared to life behind me then went dark in a flash
I wander paths an aimless sociopath in exterior corridors
Then I found her, didn't think I'd catch her peering out the front door
It stayed opened as she approached, leaving me befuddled to the core
I dropped the act... We fell into a kiss like every other time before...
I informed her I nearly didn't discover what she'd left behind... (glasses)
She smiled and whispered, "They're my mothers but the message was mine
Do better next time..." I'm feeling just like her son when around her
She said, "I could be your mother, you know..." Man I love that about her
I doubt if our ages were reversed it would ever last with me
The fact is we've been practically dating for the past six weeks
Acting discreet; The third wheel that fits clean in the middle
It's more than a fling when you're single, but she was keeping it simple
I'm bursting at the seams, everytime I squeeze her it's triggered
Yet the ticking time bomb here is the invisible ring on her finger
She had severed ties with her husband if we're speaking the truth
But it didn't seem to cut the never ending string of abuse
Her two children were nearly ten, her heart yearned for an infant
No wonder the father of her kids became a stalker in an instant
It might bother me for a minute before true passion unfolds
She had been battered all told since she said, 'To have and to hold'
She grabbed my crotch and said, "Ronnie, mommy's a bit cold
Can you warm me up?" I responded, "You have no idea, Nicole..."
Conceding the role; Decoding meaning while close to the brink
With chosen speech, "Nicole Goldman has a nice ring don't you think?"
"Slow down..." she giggled, enraptured in this portrait of ours
Hand-in-hand we went up the path toward the door that's ajar
Even porn needs a star; Something intangible wouldn't remind us
Before we reached the stairs I heard hurried footsteps behind us
Nicole emptied inside, like a dump truck in human form
I turned to move toward but someone jumped us with brutal force
I knew who it was of course... It felt like a movie-less scene
This was a shadow of a former self that I knew from the screen
This black man lowered his shoulder, catapulting me straight to the trees
If I had nine lives, this cat just pulled eight of them free
Now I'm racist as could be... I heard Nicole yell a threat
Yet when I hit the trees and fence I could only think of self defense
Feeling truncated like elephants; I take note with visions of hatred
His eyes crazed, veins popping from his forehead, animalistic in nature
No mending a bridge up in flames; He grabbed for Nicole and clenched
No escape, pulled a blade and stabbed her head, throat and neck
Only regret was lacking... He wore black gloves and some ball cap
Nicole's facial structure collapsed under the wrath of her husband's grasp
There's no coming back after hearing the anguished shouts
That escaped her mouth, blood spraying out like it could barely contain itself
Switching gears is a makeshift hell, I'd say my sex drive was broke
He tightened his hold, grabbing me in his best vice-like choke
Out of my element like isotopes, a disconnected corroded wretch
He drew the knife and stabbed me in my neck and below the chest
Collapsed in a heap, a bloody mess; I recalled seeing this rookie threat
On ESPN, but now all I could think was, 'I probably should be dead'
The soul I kept never left, it honestly just isn't involved
The devil's withdrawing, retuning to Nicole to finish the job
I mimicked a body... He was drenched with sweat, gasping for air
He put a boot on her dress and wrenched her head back by the hair
It's more than I could bear; Grizzly scenes make for quite the show
This guy exposed her neck to the knife's blade and sliced her throat
Thought he was a spineless clone 'til I saw her spine through clothes
This EMT novice knows her c3 vertebrae was incised the most
What's behind the motion went unspoken, it's rife-full of evidence that's shoddy
This guy almost totally severed Nicole's beautiful head from her body
Felt myself getting up oddly... Even a poet can seize the day
I just can't seem to shake that things aren't supposed to be this way...
Hopes and timid dreams decay when bottled up instantly
Like it's some alternative history that will all turn to a mystery
But enough of the mimicry... No way I could stop as I lunged
He didn't notice me 'til I screamed "OJ!" at the top of my lungs
Our eyes met like a Roman numeral does... He looked under the weather
His reign was over, a long way from setting those Buffalo records
Guess if lightning strikes twice than thunder is forever
Rushing him took him by surprise, he was never much of a defender
A dump of adrenaline... There'll be no leveraging height today
Threw a clenched fist to his breadbasket then wrestled the knife away
I'm ending this ni**ers life in vain... Should I say excuse my language?
YOU try to censor your feelings after you've been through the same shit
When using painkillers the heart beats at a slow rate, listen...
He was beat at his own game, but OJ Simpson is no hate victim
I stuck the whole blade in, felt a Draft of something once Profound
Slowly snuck it out, the blade making a disgusting sucking sound
The spray of blood was gushing out over the manicured ground
But when a cage isn't enough you have to put an animal down
Like inanimate objects; I found this only appeals to some villains
No more dinners with Leslie Neilson unless he kneels in submission
No more movie scripts for you, Juice... Trash those Hall of Fame plaques
Being a victim is preferable to the murderer you would've gone away as
Arteries collapsed, he stammered with the standard howling act
I carved features, endowing his pumpkin head with a Halloween mask
Seems drastic, but there's light at the end of my tunnel vision
His visage filleted to fit on my face, who ever said I wasn't thick skinned?
Los Angeles is where people grow angst when involved
My concentration was purely focused on beating OJ to a pulp
I felt absolved, but fun is dismantled if the action is dull
Placed the knife in his mouth and punched the handle to the back of his skull
How's THAT for a lull? I half expect this zombie to raise again
My only option was baby steps over this embodiment of wasted breath
I'm not enthralled with Orenthal; This late retirement's not planned
The once great king of the gridiron had just expired at my hands
That's when the environment expanded... Lamps were now on and alight
For an endless amount of ticking time every sound was amplified
I planned to be like a wave and make a break for the ocean
Obviously we had awoken a few people with the late night commotion
Barking made windows open, everyone with an opinion saw
Wearing OJ Simpson's blood like a medal - Who you think they'll pin this on?
I sprint through lawns back to my car as police sirens draw close
I thought of Nicole's wounds... nobody was surviving all those...
No digging passed the dire holes where traffic lights stop glowing
Until the limelight's over, I suppose my own hospital time's on hold...
A living nightmare; No way that man's alive, Ron... Go!
I saw smoke as my tires throttled passed an abandoned white Bronco...

Whoa.

Aftermath (con't...)

Killing's a soap opera, even soaking it in wouldn't clean most up
I immediately wonder how does one bleach a whole tub of negro blood...
There's many reasons I might be embarrassed, but cheating is not a fair one
This is a coverup like peroxide in my bleached blond haircut
Unburdened while young; All the baggage is packed on for later
Who woulda thunk a running back Hall of Famer was in fact a ball of anger
Concussion protocols are delayed... I've smoked every cigarette I found
Dreaming ahead of tomorrow's newspaper, I can see the headlines now...
'OJ and Nicole Brown found dead', a cop in a dumbfounded pose
Round and round we go, like it's all part of some profound sick joke
I'll stay home and waiter out... There's a monster under my clothes
Like I was budding a rose but up to that point nothing had shown
Now I'm a comfortable clone... Some sort of wonderful hoax
Hung from a rope... The media will dish it out until the cutlery broke
Stuck in a deep zone of purgatory in the clutches of ghosts
But an introductory show always leads to abducting the host
You'll know the name Ron Goldman, the hidden treasure trunk off the coast
What is a trove other than a high note with none of the lows?
I'll drink you under the table, get a leg up 'til I'm drunk and alone
Appealing as an onion, knowing the con without discussing the pros
That's not the crux of it though; When push came to shove I just froze
Was plucked from alcoves under a grove just to shovel what grows
Standing up in the bathtub I arose all bloody and gross
Abundantly cloaked, even Mahatma Gandhi had a Ted Bundy in tow
Man I almost just croaked, the name Orenthal had stuck in my throat
I lit up a quick smoke and thought, fuck...

That was cutting it close...

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