Jojo over heaven

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I decided I was going to kill my father when he sold my mother's dress in
exchange for money to pay for liquor.
Up until that point, even I might have had some hopes for my father---- I
may have had some expectations.
Someday this man will undoubtedly change. Undoubtedly, he'll
understand. I had no reason in the least to think such things, but perhaps I
sought for something fatherly, or if not, then something humane, from that man.
Now that over one hundred years has passed, it is difficult to recall
perfectly the feelings I had at the time, but at the least, I know I had multiple
chances to kill that man.
We lived in the same house and he would lie around all day and sleep
slovenly, deep sleeps.----- So if I just had a knife, I could have killed that man
whether I was a five year old boy or whatever.
The reason I did not was----- because I still thought of that foolish man
as my father. Even if I did not love him dearly, that is what I thought.
But I was wrong.
That man was nothing but scum.
He was not a human parent, he was human garbage.
Even now, after one hundred years have passed, it is in fact still
unpleasant to call that man my father---- I only see a man like that as prey rather
than as a father. I would far prefer to call George Joestar of the Joestar family my
father.
That man .
No, he actually did sell it.
I objected repeatedly, but just when I took my eyes off of him for a
minute, that good-for-nothing man brought it himself to the pawn shop.
It was an old dress and didn't earn much money.
That man sold memories with my mother for one bottle of liquor---- No,
for that man, that probably was not any sort of memory.