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"

Introducing Deducing

"Gleaning The Slate"

(Intro -- first assignment -- prototype)

Written By L.G. Flores

Composed Dec. 16, 2013

Revised Oct. 1, 2016

Down The Pathway/My Little House

East Los Angeles, CA

6am-7am in My Favorite Arm Chair...

Press Play To Listen To Down By Law Cover The Proclaimers' "I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)" For The Soundtrack

So indulge me if you do, it'd be nice if you would.

A story of sixpence none the wiser...

Or is it suspense and a liar?

What does the strange bard have this time to say to me?

It does not matter at all to me, if her words want to sing...

A little tune, just for you, to say what strange bards do.

What would you do if you were in my shoes?

First of all please stretch them because they pinch my toes.

After you stretch them, maybe you could feel how worn down are the soles,

From walking towards a clue of a 1,000 miles after.

Begin say again, want to play a little game?

It may make time pass a little faster.

Try, try again, guess what not is meant,

To say when adding up random answers.

It's mostly all pretend,

for finding a way,

of making some sense...

when questions

come after?

"Here is the NEWS!"

Always consider that everything can be a clue.

But learn to read through,

and scan for what you're searching.

This is a "little" game and to "Glean" is the plan,

as to clean a slate, and learn from the past.

The Past repeats again, go back then here again,

and think possibly...

"What does the strange bard want to say to me?"

Ask an effective question.

Get an effective answer.

The Past will be looked upon,

and there will be a roar of laughter.

The main clue is at the end

you need to look back at the directions;

and loose sheets collected,

Will speak of affection....

Perhaps a 1,000 words like miles I've walked on,

aren't enough to get close, but perhaps far away enough...

That as the world turns would bring me back again....

at not making a point that this was inspired by

wanting to bring back to life a dead friendship.

No "Words" will they trade,

but lyrics did remain....

that I would walk 500 miles,

and walk 500 more in my imagination,

for you and through acts of words.

What does the strange bard have to say to me?

You could give back my shoes,

and I hope you made them a bit,

more comfortable.

"The songs are all soundtrack....

for a 'best of' hits' album"

Imagine a scene where the bard finally speaks

what they will say to me if they are not who, what, where, when? Why?

and

Am I closer to figuring out the ending

that will be one HUGE answer;

That won't end "again" in disaster?

"....he thought it best I not know, thought it meant I would not let go. That perhaps is my irony, for I yet to learn how."

If I was able to spell it,

Hey! I'm ahead of the game...

Where the answers still ask questions,

To: What did not remain.

"Do I need to explain the excuses I try to convert in to explanations?"

I should explain, if at least a "little" after.

When a heart breaks,

it may take more than luck to find another...

And feel those hopes again,

and try "This Time"

A 'little" harder.

"Time if given time won't go a "little" faster, unless you joke & rhyme what you learned back in high school."

Remember: John Hughes and all the stories he had offered?

Of angst ridden youths & moments that don't happen often.

"Do you want a happy ending Me?" asks The Strange Bard

that gave you yet another clue,

by finishing with....

"Hey Doc, this one's for you (2)"

The Underdog wins the race.

The heroes find their place.

What was seen through mesh and lace,

"I'll stop the world and melt..." the ice.

It doesn't have to be cold me

where you tread and roam.

"The Past doesn't have to control" me

Is what I should say when I accept I learn...

That Dr. Seuss was on to something,

and one fish plus three fish make four....

"little"escaped pinballs rolled in to the untold.

What mystery will unfold?

"You don't want to know."

*It's too crowded in here when your face blends in to anonymity,

unless someone spots a trace of what you used to look like.

*Why aren't they more yearbooks instead of pixel markings on our walls?

*Seems we are risking our memories if the electricity ever fails.

*If a picture says "a thousand words", but those words are from a song Missing Persons sang about not being wrong...

**1 fish. 2 fish. Red fish. Blue fish.

Four "little" pinballs don't finish a sentence ....

**1 Point. 2 Dots. 1 Prince. 1 Frog.

Which one is worth the kiss by dedicating a song?

*1 point: Sometimes the lyrics are the message.

*2 dots: continue one period's distinction (especially when it goes missing) 

*1 Prince: is a Knight in Tarot

and

*1 Frog is Kermit that everyone loves.

"Sometimes I ask the stars up above, 'Why must I be a teenager in love?"

Because that is part of going to school. You'll eventually will have your heart ripped straight out through your answers. You'll be needing friends & school is where you find them. Unless you didn't go. That's okay, "On With The Show!" (I'll buy the popcorn if you buy admission)

"She's got two tickets to ride and she don't care that one is for an empty seat on a train ride she won't share... unless she is riding the Metro and "a soldier sits next to me". But remember it is just through the train wreck that had it derailed patiently."

"I won't sing you a song." the strange bard said "...even if it's just in my head where it could be safe."

You'll blow out your candles

My Sweet "little" 16.

You'll open up presents

even if all know where you've been.

"It's not everyday a muse comes along & in fleeting moments inspires what he had found, left behind like an unlocked diary...."

What will the strange bard say to me?

Press Play To Listen To The Clash Ask "Should I Stay or Should I Go(?)" For The Soundtrack

"Look Back at all the answers from your own history"

Her diary says...

*"Dto a ay"

*Please "____" a little while.

*I didn't mean what I meant to say.

*" ongw"

*Sometimes I'm just an awkward liar.

*I didn't say instead....

"I'm in trouble, I didn't want you (to) but it was safer.

It's "stay"(ed) with me because of where me felt it.

Me said to me to decide then."

1. Should I stay?

 or

2. Should I go?"

3. She says she is in trouble.

and

4. If I stay it will be "(double)"

5. This indecision is killing me.

6. What does the strange bard speak of being freed?

7. If you add two to one, how does it add up to ...4?

8. "This isn't my concern."

9. What lesson did you learn?

10. Be careful with your words.

"Fin" (Whose?)

Time passes. It passed but it's a past with more lessons in it left.

Through perspective of how to make ends meet when tying together our stories. The message of a cause seemed mutual, and for a moment the strange bard read she was welcomed.

Then the Grasshopper changed his mind after feeling criticized, though offending him was not the intention. It just becomes a bigger mess the more me frets. And yet Me is recovering nicely.

The Answer Is The Question....

It will make sense when it has to.

 

So you gotta let me know,

"Should I stay or should I go?"

. . . .

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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"