Pauley's Tavern and Pool Hall

Daydreams to cope with sometimes take on lives of their own....

al·le·go·ryˈ (aləˌgôrē) noun

plural noun: allegories

   "A story, poem, or picture that can be interpreted to reveal a hidden meaning, typically a moral or political one."

   “An Allegory is a form of extended metaphor in which objects, persons and actions in a narrative, are equated with meanings that lie outside the narrative itself.

The underlining meaning has moral, social, religious or political significance of abstract ideas as charity, greed and envy.

Thus an allegory is a story with two meanings, a literal meaning and a symbolic meaning.”

   Yes, I looked it the f*ck up and with that you know what is needed to be known to understand what the Pauley’s Tavern and Pool Hall book series is about.

  Oh I should add that the censor is pretty much off most of the time. PG this story is not. PG13 neither. R yes; but beyond that?

Shhh....

Now some background info on the place ”The R*tards" go to play.

(Pauley’s term of endearment for his patrons that don’t act their age, especially when sh*tfaced.

Think about what "r*tarded" means, then how it's used in every day language to be an insulting description.

Just like calling a child a "b*stard", some words should be questioned as too f*cked up to use like they're whatever.

"Wh***" is another one with an edge, and yes these words among others will be questioned, but you as readers decide the fate of these words as they apply to your personal vocabularies.)

   Pauley’s Tavern and Pool Hall is a sort of 'speak-easy' name for The Iron Horseshoe Tavern established back in 1974 by Paul "Pauley" Kelly.

It’s called this to keep what are now known as 'hipster' invaders away, and its whereabouts only known by word of mouth.

Is it elitist?

Perhaps.

Or it is about self preservation and preventing as long as possible, their haven from being taken over by those that do not honor tradition, nor would uphold Pauley's Code of Conduct.

  New folks are welcome, as long as they can respect the School House Rules and don't complain when Lucy gets unplugged; otherwise foos are getting their a*ses expelled!

   Over the years The Tavern has become a home away from home club house for old timers and mostly blue collar roughneck man children with its latest motley generation currently in their 30’s, give or take.

Some married with children or divorced with visitation on the weekends.

They have bills to pay, money to save, jobs to not f*ck up in order to do both.

Occasionally these a*sholes may brawl and Pauley’s shotgun Grace taken out to dance, with Jukebox Lucy playing the soundtrack; but overall the place is mellow on a weekday afternoon.

   The crowd that made The Tavern its watering hole is loyal and there is a sense of kinship between the boozer drunks.

Stories this tavern has no lack of thanks to the antics of the patrons, which also include my own.

   I wrote myself in as a character using my real name because all this stemmed from a daydream I had, to keep me company while I went for long walks with detours, in my new town of residence;

Boyle Heights, California.

   Though home for me will always be my beloved

East Los Angeles, Califas

   One day I thought of a man that didn’t exist to help me move on and let go of the past, by focusing on the existing hope of the present and lessons learned.

  Perhaps it was my way to prepare myself mentally for the future because I don't have much to my name other than my imagination.

 “Mikey, Jacob, Bobby, Joe, Paul, Davey, Alex, Dennis and Lou”

   Names of made up men that are a close knit pack of pals I will never forget.

They all represent an aspect of the men I have known, both in the good and bad; but they are human, even if fictional.

They are part of the details to the symposium full of zanies.

   This story experiment at times is a sort of open love letter to men that have shown their integrity even as they also try to get things right.

These men are strong but also weak.

Happy but still stressed.

Hopeful but discouraged at times with what they feel is out of their control.

It’s a mix we all endure, but with them; I feel how unequal men still are when it comes to expressing their feelings on it all.

How do I know?

I'm a daughter of one that expressed them regardless.

   The women in this saga also are shown going through their own life roller coasters and attaining their triumphs for they too are strong and capable.

It’s just with them, the way their stories are told is different.

How different?

The goal is to show we could use a little bit of understanding from the fellas.

With their stories, I hope to tell men that not all of us are their enemies or psychos, that more often than not, there was an issue with communicating and emotions go on edge.

We can be worthy of trusting and also respecting.

I hope to tell, we can have our bad days too, even if our hairstyles look nice; and we don't always know what the f*ck we're doing either.

We do know we could be wrong also.

No really.

Women are capable of knowing they can be wrong. Getting us to admit it, now that's something else.

*cough*

I want to show the men I was able to reach through to, women can be their friends as well, and shoulder part of the old burdens that say a man must bare these alone.

Even as women, we can relate and be more than arm candy hood ornaments, "Honey can you bring me a beer?".

  But this is to reassure the males that are willing to read, they'll have a place in what is usually considered female terrain.

  Yes this is a quirky soap opera Spanglish novela, for a subculture of those that bought in to what a friend called:

"The Rockabilly Retirement Plan for Punks, Skins and Goths".

And what was surprising, the guys did get in to it as much as the gals. I mean, how can I write an open love letter to men, if I don't include what matters to and interests them?

  From the serious like Erectile Dysfunction or even the car not starting and being already late for work.

To the "Are you f*cking serious!?!" and the latter said in two manners.

One with enthusiastic glee like they scored, and the other in BOHICA despair.

Espeakin' of which....

This is a bedtime story dedicated most of all to Our Troops and 'Docs' green side or civilian; for I do know the power of a reality break, if not reading oneself asleep.

And this because I want to "Play It Forward" and yes I do mean play.

  The man I would spend countless silent moments, wondering about his happiness and safety; he was the life lesson I needed to get me out of a bad place; even as I felt helpless knowing which bad place he was headed back to.

This Army Coptor Doctor ridding one of Anansi's spiderweb threads, tied to the foot of a Dragonfly Dustoff back in Stan; reminded me why being able to control your focus, makes dealing with difficult things, easier to cope with.

The chaos will still be there, it's how you allow it to affect you, that makes a very important difference.

You either learn how to hold on and fight or you don't. That "don't" had been my concern for him.

There was a reason his story began to stand out to me.

"Yet for me that also came from the desert, compassion I also knew how to show...."

  Eyes like his and lack of smile, you don't forget.

He had the face of many that aren't returning all that well; but his face comforted me when it would look silly; but haunted when it was a stoic with unintended, resigned grace.

  So this allegory that aims to be a cult classic, does have its soul, as that odd daydream of mine, found a life of its own.

And it became a Shoretale Fable of Therapy in Motion and thinking up the answers that become the solutions.

It's all just rhyming for the reasons, that carry us through the seasons of change.

Suggestion: Look up Grandiose, Ostentatious, Pretentious, Narcissistic, Delusional, Self Absorbed Motor Mouth, but most of all Ironic Catharsis. Thank you.

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Heaven Please Bless All That is "Pauley's...." and May No Harm Come To This Therapy In Motion, Adult After School Special, What Happens Cuando Nos Ponemos Las Pilas, Mark In Miles Stones, for This Dreamer and Music Maker Shake, Rattle n' Roll!

Amen.

"Siempre Fiel En Lagrimas Y Sangre"

Going In The Direction Of A Stroll

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Something I read recently about a woman my age said on POF that left me thinking. She said something to the degree of looking for a man that knows where he's going in life and knows what he wants. I agree that's important.

I imagine she had an experience or several, where she met men she felt weren't going towards where she saw herself being. That makes me wonder what that means to me.

I'm a philosopher by nature. I ponder things deeply and notions occur to me that there is this thought process that leads up to realizations and yet it's underestimated as important.

I can see myself meeting someone where we explore the little things, big things, silly ones, serious, and in the end, insightful of our self-perception.

I think I'd enjoy going in the direction of a stroll where we aren't trying to impress each other though we may impress ourselves for our deep thoughts making sense to the other and what could be complicated wasn't.

I'd like that easy-going vibe where I'm not judging if the great mind I'm meeting in the middle with me, is being true to itself and shares its truth.

I feel most have a solid grasp of knowing they survived. I understand that when we stop allowing ourselves to be measured by what we've been programmed to believe are standards confused with worthwhileness of just being; we all shine in our own way.

The 'simple man' that I may find myself with the pleasure of interacting with I hope knows I don't care what others have to show for their age if there's no wisdom that learned from 'mistakes'.

It's not a 'mistake' to grow from a life learning lesson meant to teach us a better understanding of ourselves. Knowing some of the factors involved, I got a sweet, gentle and playful smile wondering if I'll get my wish to meet someone that's sweet, awkward even.

A man that's expressive but not with arrogance and an egocentricity that I don't get past. I'm looking for someone like me that can find Mr. Roger's Neighborhood is profound but the collegiate snark of certificates given by those with certificates, given by those with certificates, believe they are but at times not enough.

Being I seek a kindred spirit that would appreciate where I come from isn't from nowhere, would consider me worthwhile with my humble background and challenges; chances are they do from it possibly mirroring their own life.

I imagine they would be the same, us relating to knowing the struggle of having clarity in who we are to ourselves as we adapted to the treatment that helped form our psyche.

I see a fellow headcase with a past they overcame and they most likely are sober like me because like me they self-medicated their emotional pain to beg for numbness at the cost of our health.

I see him focused on healing himself like I am as well. He's the type that speaks in affirmations also. He knows what the term "self-care" means and would understand when that's affected, it's time to step back and reprioritize.

I see my unicorn unsure of himself at times from feeling he doesn't measure up to other men in our age group. If I cared about those other men, I'd go out with them, but I rather date the butterfly with roughed up wings over the mighty eagle tearing things apart with its claws.

I hope if we cross paths, they can sense my sincerity in wanting a true blue good friendship where it becomes the trusted foundation to build on.

That to me makes more sense than to feel I can accept someone that doesn't stop to check in with themselves.

Not that I'm seeing someone codependent is coming into my life but I'd like to pair up with someone that has been healing their codependency if it was a problem in the past, and we'd be each other's test of how much have we learned our lesson?

I figure if we know how it hurt us and the others involved, and we see how we've grown as individuals reclaiming an independent identity away from our formers, we would recognise the signs early on and have a very open, non-defensive, dialog, we can raise our chances of staying together for the long haul.

Another reason I'd like someone that is manifesting their success through being balanced in all they do, I did think about it. I deliberated it. I daydreamed dramatizations. I explored how I felt and came back to the same conclusion as I had before I invested further time determining what in the heck it is I want for myself in life.

I'd like to meet up with my romantic true love soul mate as we're both still figuring ourselves out and applying our life lessons in our everyday self-care that includes nurturing our sense of spirit.

And since I'm at the ground level of building my own fortune at my pace and within my limitations that I may not overcome all, but it doesn't mean I can't get resourceful with my God-given talents. If he's getting his finances in order I have no reason to judge because I'm working on my own.

But thinking of how two with little double what they have shared with each other, I may find my George Burns to be his Gracie Allen to and us take the Metro to visit their intersection in Hollywood and take our first promo picture as cooking show co-hosts where the formula is:

We're poor but we're not hungry. And the food we eat may be cheap, but not in quality. We don't sacrifice taste as we eat on a budget that tends to be healthier; and far from boring.

We'd play on the whole, we're pretty decided on the other being who we want to be with, so it's getting to know each other over cooking one meal together at a time. I'd like to show off our chemistry clicking that we may be remembered as a couple of legend like George and Gracie.

And since I'm standing my ground in wanting to only date a fellow single parent, we'd make family friendly meals that adapt to little kid palates that may not be adventurous right away but can be convinced to try something new that THEY helped cook.

I suppose I'm looking for a fellow early 40 something year old to be post crash and burn and moving on rebound buddies with since my gut tells me the guy I'm meant to be with has been put down over not being rich with a fancy house, a fancy car, and a large checking and savings account.

I feel he's been over thinking he must have these things to feel he's a good man that can provide for his family and shut out love feeling he can't be worth loving if he wasn't well off.

A guy with a mindset like that would fall in the workaholic trap that I think I'd remind him that living below his means can afford more time to be a family spending quality time together, since I'm looking to rebuild my own.

I rather us get rich together as a rebounding team getting proactive on our experience and whatever memories of feeling we aren't good enough because of others rejecting us; feeling anxiety wondering who would love us as we are; are behind us because we found our answer after we found each other and knew it well after one long walk with a candid conversation.

We were meant to be late bloomer sweethearts together. I hope his ego can accept two heads working together is better than just one.

Sometimes I can picture clearly being

 

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Heaven Please Bless All That is "Pauley's...." and May No Harm Come To This Therapy In Motion, Adult After School Special, What Happens Cuando Nos Ponemos Las Pilas, Mark In Miles Stones, for This Dreamer and Music Maker Shake, Rattle n' Roll!

Amen.

"Siempre Fiel En Sangre y Lagrimas"