O.J. Simpson’s girlfriend Christie Prody was hospitalized in Miami Monday for what police are calling a “severe head injury,” “Entertainment Tonight” reported.

Prody suffered bruises and head injuries — but it was because of a fall, and it had nothing to do with Simpson, Miami police told TMZ.com.

The National Enquirer reported that Simpson was being investigated after Prody was taken to the hospital. But cops told TMZ that her injuries are “consistent” with a fall she took at a gas station, that they don’t consider this a criminal case and that Simpson was never a suspect.

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 Las Vegas police arrested O.J. Simpson on Sunday amid an investigation into an alleged armed robbery at a hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada, a source close to the investigation said.

The charges he faces are unclear.

Simpson was arrested at his room in the Palms Casino Resort in Las Vegas, the source said.

On Saturday, Las Vegas police arrested Walter Alexander and seized two guns in connection with the alleged armed robbery, the source said. Read the rest of this entry »

Courtesy of L.A Rag…. The leaked manuscript gives us an insight to what the hell is going on in O.J’s mind

I looked over at Goldman, and I was fuming. I guess he thought I was going to hit him, because he got into his little karate stance. “What the fuck is that?” I said. “You think you can take me with your karate shit?” He started circling me, bobbing and weaving, and if I hadn’t been so fucking angry I would have laughed in his face. “O.J., come on!” It was Charlie again, pleading. Nicole moaned, regaining consciousness. She stirred on the ground and opened her eyes and looked at me, but it didn’t seem like anything was registering.

Charlie walked over and planted himself in front of me blocking my view. “We are fucking done here, man-let’s go!” I noticed the knife in Charlie’s hand, and in one deft move I removed my right glove and snatched it up. “We’re not going anywhere,” I said, turning to face Goldman. Goldman was still circling me, bobbing and weaving, but I didn’t feel like laughing anymore. “You think you’re tough, motherfucker?” Read the rest of this entry »