Business Before Pleasure MxM (Staten Krown)

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Is it wrong to say something is "More better" than something else?

"More better" would be used to express the comparative degree.  Usually, comparisons are expressed by adding the "-er" suffix to the original form of the word.  Tall becomes taller.  Wide becomes wider.  But what about better?  Doesn't that end with an er?

There are three forms of the adjective on a scale.

I'm looking in the mirror from my bed.  I'm bald, but by choice not because my hair fell out.  I just liked the shape of my head and wanted to show it off.  I had a nice body.  It's easy when you have the time.  I'm attractive.  I look young thanks to Labron's miracle cream.  No bags or nothing like that.  Why was I so single?  Why was I so lonely?  Why didn't anyone see what I saw?

Rolls of tissues on the side of my bed in my two bedroom apartment in a skyrise on the southside of downtown.  Rent is due.  It cost 1300 but I only have 500 in my bank account.  My car note is already late.    The other bedroom is empty.  It has all my old crap in there.  Old pictures.  People from my past that I can't let go.  I always find a hard time letting go.

And that's why I do it.  I take out my phone and I type a message.

It's a simple:  HELLO THERE to the person who used to make everything OK.

Is it wrong to say someone is "More better"?

The absolute adjective is good.

The superlative adjective is best.

But Better lies between good and best.  But it's so hard to say what the best was.  How can you say what the best ever was if you never experienced your best?  So you say better.  You cannot say MORE BETTER because BETTER is already expressing the most it can in one adjective only.  But you have this idea in your head of who someone was.  Labron.  He wasn't the best.  But he wasn't just better.  What was between better and the best.

I hit send.

More better...

There is a knock on the door about an hour after I lose myself in my memories.  I get up and walk over there to see Clapper himself standing behind it.  3 days have passed since I just stopped showing up at my job.  I couldn't even clean out my desk.  I was too scared to confront Waverly.  Too scared to face the woman whose husband I had been having an affair with for a good portion of my adult life.

"Chinese?" Clapper offers.

He doesn't wait until I answer before walking into the house.  He has a suit on.  I'm confused.  I knew damn well Clapper didn't have a job, but then Clapper always wore a suit.  He says he feels naked without one.  That's just who he is.  He's a business man.  He says he was sure basketball players wore basketball shorts when they weren't playing.  What's the difference with him?

I was not the same.  I was slumming.  Slumming is actually a kind word.

I'm just standing at the door, "I didn't invite you in."

"You haven't picked up any of my calls.  I called you 40 times.  I had to come over to make sure you were OK."

"I don't need you to look after me."

"If I don't do it who else is going to?"

"Get out...now..." I state.

"Hey Uncle Nile," a voice states.

I look over and see Jr. walk in at that moment.  Jr. is the spitting image of his parents.  He is mixed.  His father's white and his mother's black.  He has his father's hair color but the curly texture of his mother.  He had his mother's big lips and his father's pointed nose.  The kid was going to grow up to be a real heartthrob just like his father was back in the day.  I can see him with earphones.  He doesn't hesitate to give me a hug when he walks in.