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THE SIMPSON LEGACY: LOS ANGELES TIMES SPECIAL REPORT : Twist of Fate / HOW THE CASE CHANGED THE LIVES OF THOSE IT TOUCHED : KATO KAELIN : My Dinner With Kato

October 11, 1995|NORA ZAMICHOW | TIMES STAFF WRITER

Despite the sunglasses, it was easy to spot Brian (Kato) Kaelin as he sat outside facing the street at a Beverly Hills cafe. Maybe it was his trademark disheveled, shaggy blond hair. Or the motorists and pedestrians alike who screamed out: "Heeeyyyy Kay-Toe!"

Sixteen months after O.J. Simpson went to McDonald's with Kato on the evening of the murders, I had dinner with the struggling actor who has been transformed into a person of such prominence that his first name is a household word.

Shortly after I introduced myself, Kato turned to the waiter and presented me as his spouse, telling him, "Bring my wife the dinner salad." My eyebrows arched. "I don't want the dinner salad. Bring him one," I replied.

A shapely blonde sitting several tables away looked crushed. "Are you really his wife?" she asked. Before I could reply, Kato piped up, "Yes. Yes, she is."

And so began my dinner with Kato, a meal in which conversation ranged from why he wanted to become an actor to what a drag it is, now that he's a celebrity, to go out if he's got a pimple or cold sore.

Kato--Nicole Brown Simpson's friend and O.J. Simpson's house guest--has benefited more from the case than any of the scores of others whose lives were inadvertently touched or tainted by it. He alone has achieved true fame. He hosts his own radio show on KLSX-FM five afternoons a week. The station claims he attracts even more phone calls than its popular late-night rock and roll psychic, Voxx.

Opportunities abound. He was tapped for a slew of high-profile public and television appearances. Annie Leibovitz shot his portrait and Larry King invited him to his wedding. When he goes running, he says, women lift their shirts, flashing their flesh. And a sheik offered to buy him for $10 million--an offer he declined.

This instant celebrity "just happened overnight," Kato says. "What reason it happened I don't know, but it's from a higher source so I don't make a biggie out of it."

None of the hullabaloo has prompted Kato to polish his just-a-regular-stumblin'-kinda-guy shtick. "I'm humble," he says. "The media attention thrown at me hasn't changed my life, hasn't made me a different person."

During our meal, conversation ricocheted from one topic to the next, with sentences sometimes rambling on without ever being completed. It was Kato being Kato, a 36-year-old man who has honed equivocation to an art and hates to answer a question unless it's essential--say, for spin control. He is a man with a certain warmth and humor that he describes as cornball where others might employ less-charitable adjectives. ("What's a Martian's favorite dessert?" he asked recently on his radio show. Answer: Marzipan.)

Our time together was a reflection, in some respects, of the frustrating testimony viewers saw in court, testimony that left millions wondering whether Kato had said all he knew about the fateful evening of June 12, 1994. Questions that begged a real answer fell into an abyss. What, for instance, would Kato want to do differently on the witness stand?

"I wish I was allowed to . . . uhhh," he says, without ever finishing.

Later, he explains that his attorney had admonished him not to speculate on the witness stand. And he wishes he had not been so nervous. "I answered everything that was asked of me, that's the bottom line," he says. "I did what I had to do."

With that, Kato asks the waiter for olives. Hold the shallots.

For all the fans who cheer Kato, for all the hundreds who ask for his autograph or for a date, there's another portion of America that's openly hostile. After GQ recently ran a six-page photo spread on Kato, the magazine printed several letters from irate readers.

"How dare you?" wrote one.

"The fact that Kaelin has used the murders of two people to help boost himself and his career is appalling," wrote another.

After we placed our dinner orders, Kato brought up these letters, explaining that "for a half-hour, I was kinda hurt. . . . I am always being judged."

Kato is used to people accusing him of capitalizing on his friendships with the Simpsons, so his rebuttal has a well-worn ring.

"I never asked for interviews, photo shoots--it all came to me," he says. "Ever since I was a little kid, I've had the same goal my entire life. It's not like becoming premed and deciding, 'You know what, I think I like the show-biz thing now.' "

At times, when he hears criticism, Kato thinks of what his mother used to tell him when he was a youngster in Wisconsin. "Every knock is a boost," she'd say. Kato tries hard to believe that. But his own mother cries, he pointedly tells me, when people say mean things about her son. And it's not like his 11-year-old daughter, who lives with her mother, can't read, he adds.

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