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"

"Don't EVEN start saying your dog ate your homework!"


Down The Pathway/My Little House. East Los, Califas June 1, 2014 3:35am

(Prepare2Darerier--In Coming and Wahoo! Explain These Too!)

 

Watch these videos first and get ready to make fun learning *smiles* After just loosen up your mind because the questions you'll ask the answers explained what got questioned. Now pay attention and anticipate notation.

(Get a feel for the common theme and also knowing I will set up the lesson learning to be fun, needs research of very interesting concepts. In other words, your clues you may read in other books. Or you may not, but find them anyway to answer what got questioned and resolved for being a problem solved. Okies? Okies.)

"The woman who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. The woman who walks alone is likely to find herself in places no one has ever been before."

Albert Einstein


Writing A Love Letter During War Time.

Writing one long ass one for all those that could use something heartfelt dedicated. For all those Joe’s and Joan’s, I want to write them something so silly, they’ll understand why I’m also known as ‘Dizzy Miss Lizzy’. I want the laughter, the shock and contempt. I want the rage and I want to content. I’d like to know there was a shared moment of having good taste, and it didn’t like chicken.

Class of 1974! Remember that number, or at least the last two. There are many reasons that year stands out, the irony if you only knews….

There were the ones born that year. The ones that graduated school at whatever grade one chapter culminates, that year. There were the ones that had the greatest of times that year, and also those that didn’t. For some, ’74 was the year to go, where?

I don’t know.

The Ramones formed in 1974. My “big sister in spirit” of my longest known friend female friend that was a Punk, Goth, Industrial, Vintage Rockabilly, that drove out to stumps with her leg in a cast; and has met my children; she was born that year too! My cousin that did a lot of time, he got to celebrate his 40th Over The Hill Party, as a free man. He was stoked to say the least, and I’m glad he also got his piñata. So that’s 3 birth years. What about the fourth?

There is no Fourth.

Look again. Do you see the plan of….

Which steps to take to three, and get up above where you can see…. That sunny skies do exist?

1.

2.

3.

4. None of the above.

What’s that luv? You see a turtle dove, and remember a pear tree found in the background; when I seen the reflection of the turned on light bulb, outside against the tree on the other side. What is there to hide?

Nobody knows.

What if you find a little white lie?

Don’t judge it, lest ye be judged as well!

What did they not do?

a.k.a.

What they should have done….

Like I said, Nobody knows.

I wonder if they’ll suspect, there’s a little glean detective, telling the riddles back to the rhymes.

You got a dime?

Drop it and dial 411.

What is your urgency?

Doing something that’s not always fun.

What’s that hon?

You’re thinking of becoming a nun?

Like ‘NUNZJAH!!!’ ?

Or

You went Holy Mole Guacamole?

4. None of the above.

Can you now be a little series(4)us now?

Yes Me. You may proceed.

Thank you.

And by the way, start to worry when you start answering yourselves.

Thank you.

So as I was forgetting of saying…. I forget what I was saying. My head hurts, eating just one apple isn’t enough. Fuck it! Atole time. Brb

Back.

Fucking aye! Cold oatmeal and apple atole made with almond milk and a little bit of hunny, and a cinnamon stick brewing, tastes might tasty! I will add it to the list of rut survivor recipes to hold you over till actually you get to chew food. I know it’s hard to make yourself chew and swallow, but you’re doing it, don’t stop until you actually FUCKING  EAT! Go ahead, eat your single slice of peanut butter and jelly with your oatmeal apple atole milkshake.  Ah shit you drank it down before you finished the last fourth of the pb&j slice. Fuck it! Flush it down with water. Go fill your cup and drink! Brb

Back.

I drank my water down. I’m taking a break before I drink any more, stomach feels full, even with such little food; and I didn’t take Adderall at all today, that’s the damn sad part. What the fuck am I doing to myself?

You’re at a good pace. Remember you back in 2010, and then you in 2011, then in 2012…. And see the difference letting time have time?

Exactly.

Tell your doctor you’re having motivation and food issues again. Maybe this time you can write down a game plan with her, si? I took my meds, this will pass, just show a little patience. This is part of why I do smoke when I feel the need is there. I go stretches, but it does help with my appetite, though I binged recently. I big time over ate. I even ate the bit of meat there was. It wasn’t worth it. Hot links sausage I will miss you not! I knocked out, only to wake up a four hours later, and not feel hungry for hours, while I putzed under dark. 

I think the soup my mom made is still good and it with add to my fluids intake. Brb gonna heat some up.

Back.

I put it to nuke for 5. I found my blue Bic lighter…. Damn. ~Gina

P.S.

You know what? Damn me straight back to Heaven mofos! I need all the help I could get! I’d apreciaths ya!

Damn Gina. Look at it a few different ways. Not to damn Gina, or Damn that bitch named Gina! It occurred to me however, Damn Gina, Damn Gina! Gina would you just start damning already!?! Damn Them Gina! It’s for your own good!

Which my answer to would be:

“I can do that? Damn. Hey I started!”

Damn.

Damn.

Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn.Damn.Damn.

That’s a lot of damning. What did I get out of this?

Questions you should ask on your next quiz for points… .And that be All Folks!


Friday June 27, 2014

Down The Pathway/My Little House

East Los, Califas U.S.A.

12:49am

"Lesson To Learn With--Picture Time"

Look at the pictures and read them. Not just the memes, but what the pictures say beyond words. Look at it and think back on the videos you seen earlier and why "I.Q." was part of the equation of finding a common denominator with "Dr. Strange Love". Some history buffs may have caught the connection without having seen "I.Q.", but know about points of view on war and weapons that Albert Einstein had. His words help tell a story, but also those of other men and women. Think about it, agree or disagree, it's still an allegory meant for y'all and me. Now close your eyes that see through logic, and open them to see with potential.

 "Close To My Heart They Remain"

I took this picture in 2004/2005 of myself with the U.S. Military making "Person of The Year"; and I still have that issue of TIME magazine. What lessons did you see to glean from and make a picture speak a thousand words in your mind?

You can find many possibilities, but it's probabilities that can cause one to feel uneasy.

Is it history repeating itself?

If it is, can we change how it ends in time?

We are still a "we" aren't we?

We can find a middle ground to agree on right?

What did Cain have to say to his brother Abel about that?

It goes further back.

Why doesn't God play dice?

Glean It To Clean It!

There really is no wrong answer, but go for it anyway and say what you think Albert Einstein means. He's dead, and I haven't provided noted breakdown, so he can neither confirm nor deny the theories you have on his that says "God does not play dice."

My theory is, he was making peace with his concept of God as he has spent his entire life leading up to the point of feeling why God does certain things, and what is the human influence on determining it.

Having personal ideas on the 'why's' and 'how's' of what God does and is about, has left an impression on our planet and world.

Is it that God doesn't fuck around?

Is it that God has a master plan?

Is it a fixed game?

What if it wasn't?

WHAT IF IT WASN'T?

What I do know is that there is something greater than logic, especially when combined with a miracle. I think God instead played a different game with me. He played "Hide & Seek" with my sanity, as I was guided towards finding it when just about all sense of reason had seemed lost. I was pushed towards my limits, then went beyond and eventually I caught on. My sanity was waiting for me, after I experienced having my spirit bashed. It wasn't broken, I'd be dead if it was. My sanity needed me to know why I have it by comparing itself when I didn't. I was affected by our game, but in a positive manner. I am more fluent in gibberish, and I notice when it's the wind speaking its suggestions.

What if it wasn't a fixed game?

God must have faith in me to have faith in them.

Rewards I don't see matter as much as enlightenment.

My reward is, I'm able to express myself and I am not opposed to keep learning.

 

That's my take, what is yours?

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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"