Joseph Minozzi Identified as Man Stabbed to Death

• thank you for saying that, that is my dad, i never got too meet him when i was little. and it hurts too read abput his death on the internet. the other day me and my friend were playing around on google looking up stuff, so we searched my father. we found a website saying joseph minozzi is pronoused dead, or that he got stabbed too death. i started bursting out of tears. bc when i was younger i would always think to myself, hhey when i get older im gonna sneak out of the house and find him! but i guess thats not gonna happen... i will always love him! my mom would always say that he had a anger problem, but i would always ignore her words. he was my real father, and the father i have now, yea he lets me places and yea hes sometimes kind. but joseph, he will always be my real dad! <3 .... i love you dad! .... r.i.p <3 

• hey! thats my father yoour talking about!!! he left me and my mom when i was only a babby so never really got too meet him!! now dont call my dad a junky!!!

• For Fredsandyryan and for anyone with bottled up hate... Ever go to a heavily populated city and watch people hustling and bustling, doin' there thing, runnin' around up and down all over town? I'm thinking of the city of New York. You find yourself "people watching". Even if just for a moment or two. You wonder what they're like, you judge them. Some you may think are funny looking, some you may find beautiful, attractive, some you think are fat or ugly, too skinny, kinda quirky, just right. Regardless of what YOU may think or feel about that other person, it doesn't matter. Because for everyone one of us ants scurrying around, there are people that LOVE THEM SO MUCH.Those people could be friends, lovers, parents, siblings, co-workers, etc. For each and every single person on this planet there is someone out there that LOVES THEM. Regardless of their faults, mistakes, quirks, poor choices, appearance or perhaps an awful PAST. That's right, I'm capitalizing the word again, PAST. You're just one person that doesn't love this person mentioned in an article online who had a rough PAST. but I know for a fact there are so many more people that can outweigh you and then some, that do, indeed love him. Mistakes are just ideas that seemed right at the time. First and foremost you're talking shit about a person who is deceased. No longer alive. Can't respondback to you. So, really, you're not going to get yourself very far if you think about it. I mean if you're satisfied with yourself when you write things directed at dead people, I dunno, call me crazy but, that's kinda weird, but more power to ya. "We are all wounded. We carry our wounds with us throughout life and they eventually kill us."

• For Fredsandyryan and for anyone else with misdirected hate... Ever go to a heavily populated city and watch people hustling and bustling, doin' their thing, runnin' around up and down all over town? I'm thinking that the city of New York would do as a good example to draw from. I just want you to imagine yourself in the middle of a place full of people. Borrow a memory of a situation you've been in like this if you must. Streets full of busy people. Now you find yourself "people watching". Even if just for a moment or two. You start to wonder what these passer-bys might be like, how they feel, what they're thinking. You don't mean to at first but you find yourself judging the faces in the sea. They're all strangers. They mean nothing to you. You mean nothing to them. You may find that some are just funny looking, to you and you think others, are beautiful, attractive, easy on YOUR eyes. You see the soul-less faces of what appear to be the men and women you deem acceptable enough to make up the population of the "upstanding citizens" of society. They're the "wonderful people". Then there's those that you spot that YOU think are just f****ed up. F****ed up lookin', f****ed up thinkin', f****ed up actin'. You see people that you think are fat or ugly, too skinny, kinda quirky.   This is what rolls around in your head. You are appalled by them. For no real reason, YOU don't like THEM. Deterred by them by just your own self-made perception of who YOU think that person really is only because of the parts about yourself that you don't like. This is hate. Regardless of what YOU may think or feel about any other person that crosses your path, is irrelevant. For every single one of us ants scurrying around, there are people that LOVE THEM SO MUCH.Those people could be friends, lovers, parents, siblings, co-workers, etc. But it doesn't matter who they are. For each and every single person on this planet there is someone out there that truly LOVES THEM. Just loves them so much. Regardless of their faults, mistakes, quirks, poor choices, appearances or perhaps an awful PAST. You're just one trivial person that doesn't love this person mentioned in an article online who had a rough PAST. But I know, for a fact, that there are so many more people that can outweigh you by the tons of hearts, that do, indeed love him. "Mistakes are just ideas that seemed right at the time. We've all made ideas..." ~Peace and Love

• For Fredsandyryan and for anyone else with misdirected hate... Ever go to a heavily populated city and watch people hustling and bustling, doin' their thing, runnin' around up and down all over town? I'm thinking that the city of New York would do as a good example to draw from. I just want you to imagine yourself in the middle of a place full of people. Borrow a memory of a situation you've been in like this if you must. Streets full of busy people. Now you find yourself "people watching". Even if just for a moment or two. You start to wonder what these passer-bys might be like, how they feel, what they're thinking. You don't mean to at first but you find yourself judging the faces in the sea. They're all strangers. They mean nothing to you. You mean nothing to them. You may find that some are just funny looking, to you and you think others, are beautiful, attractive, easy on YOUR eyes. You see the soul-less faces of what appear to be the men and women you deem acceptable enough to make up the population of the "upstanding citizens" of society. They're the "wonderful people". Then there's those that you spot that YOU think are just f****ed up. F****ed up lookin', f****ed up thinkin', f****ed up actin'. You see people that you think are fat or ugly, too skinny, kinda quirky.   This is what rolls around in your head. You are appalled by them. For no real reason, YOU don't like THEM. Deterred by them by just your own self-made perception of who YOU think that person really is only because of the parts about yourself that you don't like. This is hate. Regardless of what YOU may think or feel about any other person that crosses your path, is irrelevant. For every single one of us ants scurrying around, there are people that LOVE THEM SO MUCH.Those people could be friends, lovers, parents, siblings, co-workers, etc. But it doesn't matter who they are. For each and every single person on this planet there is someone out there that truly LOVES THEM. Just loves them so much. Regardless of their faults, mistakes, quirks, poor choices, appearances or perhaps an awful PAST. You're just one trivial person that doesn't love this person mentioned in an article online who had a rough PAST. But I know, for a fact, that there are so many more people that can outweigh you by the tons of hearts, that do, indeed love him. "Mistakes are just ideas that seemed right at the time. We've all made ideas..." ~Peace and Love

• For Fredsandyryan and for anyone else with misdirected hate... Ever go to a heavily populated city and watch people hustling and bustling, doin' their thing, runnin' around up and down all over town? I'm thinking that the city of New York would do as a good example to draw from. I just want you to imagine yourself in the middle of a place full of people. Borrow a memory of a situation you've been in like this if you must. Streets full of busy people. Now you find yourself "people watching". Even if just for a moment or two. You start to wonder what these passer-bys might be like, how they feel, what they're thinking. You don't mean to at first but you find yourself judging the faces in the sea. They're all strangers. They mean nothing to you. You mean nothing to them. You may find that some are just funny looking, to you and you think others, are beautiful, attractive, easy on YOUR eyes. You see the soul-less faces of what appear to be the men and women you deem acceptable enough to make up the population of the "upstanding citizens" of society. They're the "wonderful people". Then there's those that you spot that YOU think are just f****ed up. F****ed up lookin', f****ed up thinkin', f****ed up actin'. You see people that you think are fat or ugly, too skinny, kinda quirky.   This is what rolls around in your head. You are appalled by them. For no real reason, YOU don't like THEM. Deterred by them by just your own self-made perception of who YOU think that person really is only because of the parts about yourself that you don't like. This is hate. Regardless of what YOU may think or feel about any other person that crosses your path, is irrelevant. For every single one of us ants scurrying around, there are people that LOVE THEM SO MUCH.Those people could be friends, lovers, parents, siblings, co-workers, etc. But it doesn't matter who they are. For each and every single person on this planet there is someone out there that truly LOVES THEM. Just loves them so much. Regardless of their faults, mistakes, quirks, poor choices, appearances or perhaps an awful PAST. You're just one trivial person that doesn't love this person mentioned in an article online who had a rough PAST. But I know, for a fact, that there are so many more people that can outweigh you by the tons of hearts, that do, indeed love him. "Mistakes are just ideas that seemed right at the time. We've all made ideas..." ~Peace and Love

• he was a junkie!wat do you expect to happen sooner or later

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