Business Before Pleasure MxM (Staten Krown)

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Is it better to say, I am well or I am good.

I remember my Dad growing up was the most annoying man in the world growing up.  I can honestly say that.  He died not too long ago and it wasn't until he died that I missed him.  I missed the way he always tried to correct me.  I miss the way he was always wrong.

"How you doing kid?"

"I'm good."

"You mean to say I'm well."

Nah.  I mean to say I'm good.

People like Pops tended to mistakenly correct themselves by saying "I am well" instead of "I am good" because they recognize that "am" is a verb, a form of "to be."  Since it's a verb, people often figure, you pair it with an adverb like well. 

What they forget is the idea of "to be".  To be as in "I am" or "You are" or "He is".  To be is an adverb.   (I am, you are, she is, etc.).  Yes, it is a verb...a special one called a linking verb and for a linking verb you don't use adverbs like well to modify them.

You say I am good.

"How you doing tonight?" Bron asks me.

"i'm good."

We end up at a club that night.  I was under the impression it was a lounge.  It's the only reason I agreed to go. I'm not a party type person.  I understand we should be celebrating but that's not me.

I remember when I met Vicorio at a club one time.  I just so happened to say "I never see you at a club".  His reply was, "I never see you at a bank."

After that I stopped going to the club so much.

"Drink with me," Bron states.

He tosses his arm over my shoulder, "Bro...you're drunk."

Bron mashes himself into me, "First off, I'm NOT drunk so fuck you.  Second: you are being lame.  Tres: that's 3 in Spanish.  4...fuck I'm drunk..."

"Jesus Christ.  I'm not doing this tonight.  Where is Clapper?"

"You said you want to make it clap?  Well I ain't gay but a good night is a good night.  Come on make it clap on me?" he states.

Bron leans over on the stool and thrusts his hips up ready for me to dance on him.  I roll my eyes.  He smells like Tequila.  I push him down.

"Sit here...wait for me."

I needed to find Clapper.  I wanted to get out of here but I needed someone to make sure Bron got home safe.  He was a light weight.  I knew he would be the first one drunk.  He always was.  I find Clapper in the middle of the dance floor.  Talking about drunk fucking grown ass men.  There was a time Clapper would take about 50 shots before he got drunk.  That time has come and past.  He's beyond intoxicated.   The fucking kid has a cellphone to his ear and is saying he didn't like the music they played at the club so he was going to dance to his own.

Luckily I find Romelo.  He's the only one who seems to be sober.

"I need your help?"

Romelo doesn't even look my way.  Most every girl in the club is checking him out.  Literally everyone.  Maybe that's because he has his shirt down.  Earlier the girls at the table next to us were asking if he was a football player.  The motherfucker said yes.  Romelo didn't have his eyes on any of the females which was honestly really rare.  He actually had his eyes on this guy.  He's an older guy.  Could be Romelo's father.

"I'm busy."

"Staring around the club and grabbing your dick every 5 minutes so people know it's big is not being busy."