Pauley's Tavern and Pool Hall

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

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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"

Director's Cut

Play This Video For Soundtrack to the text on this page, preferably in the dark by candle light, Oxymaroon that! Wait for the music to start and look out for video time ***2:24*** & song lyric ***"Pain"*** to begin reading at a calm pace to the beat of the song. Ignore the next video's instructions and follow them another time for a different effect with the music score. The Read-a-Loooong Ride ends at my name. So again, play this video to score reading the rest of the different text on this page. Yeah, I know it's a lot, that's why it's the "Director's Cut". Watch the video another time for clues to:

***Glean The Slate Clean***

That's so cool I get to have Slash on my page!!!

Proceed.

Stereo Instructions

Part 1

Play Music Video For The Set Up To Pauley's While You Read

First though,

Head's up!

Pauley's ain't PC and for damn sure not intended for the faint of heart; or for those too young to swear that would otherwise get the soap treatment if they did.

Please be at least 18 years old if you're going to read like and adult.

I am not anyone's keeper but I can say this story is at least an "R" rating for content that requires an involved parent to be there to read along. This is if they are comfortable allowing their child to read "R" rating stories and blogs.

This is so they can answer questions as their child reads things that are not meant for a sheltered child to read without their guardian to balance it out with clarity.

Even if the parent is oblivious their child is out partying, getting lit; getting high; having sex; is suicidal; there's just way too much candor with

The Food For Thought

I know how literature can affect a child's thoughts, and this allegory should not take the place of parenting. Or give the feeling of being taken under the wing of

The Big Kids

If this happens, Pauley's shouldn't be blamed for appealing as practical entertainment with therapy handling, to minors that didn't have Degrassi Jr. High on PBS, from back in the 1990's, to modernize

The

After School Special

of

TV Cinema Tales of Caution.

Free Public Access TV shows like those helped make the babysitter that invention became, do some parenting where it lacked.

Usually in a single parent home, or one with parents that have tuned out their kids and it can get lonely feeling disconnected.

Like, where are the adults that are suppose to be there and take interest in what gets discovered without getting mad?

It's a sad world for minors when punishment is the only time a parent takes interest in their child.

Consider that the content read here could be a learning lesson passed down second hand, but it could go either way with its good or bad on either hand.

Actually these tales are meant for the thirty-something crowd that got some preparing to do as they approach

OVER THE HILL

I am not responsible for the thoughts and actions of others.

Okies,

I'll put it to you this way:

Do you want to risk my censorship by not walking away now and coming back instead when I publish the PG13 edits to this story?

I'll make it worth it; promise. Now help cover my assets and be....

!!!ONLY 18 AND OVER!!!

If you are, proceed.

If not

a.k.a.

You're not old enough to remember ALL of the 1990's

Andale outta'here!

And go instead to:

Contact Meh & Newsletters Sign-Up

And sign-up for the newsletter with the reveal date for the PG13 edit that hopes can cover my freedom of speech's answering questions for my decedents.

I am recording my stories for them to listen or ignore what where the values I'd like to see passed down. My 'lot in life' was to parent from a distance and on delay. This is what I can give my kids and theirs.

For around the time of my kinfolk are 'Leavin' The Nest', for them I offer the dramatics of life as I knew it. With the lessons written/typed out in wacky parables; for them I don't hold back.

But for the children of others, I don't want to get accused of "Pied Pipering" because they like my writing.

No, serious.

Parents should be parents and monitor their kids instead of 'passing the buck' and blaming the authors, along with the directors, and artists overall; being responsible for what their children ponder, as they too are capable of understanding philosophy.

If the kids are left to be entertained by access to the internet, parents should own up or be realistic exposure happens in social settings anyways. One typical hang out is the library.

I'm not a predator, but others are.

I am just being up front I trust my kids with me, but think it over if you're gonna trust your kids, trusting the words I say. This is an allegory. Thinking is required to understand the punch lines.

When folks get to thinking, they get to acting. This could be good or bad and it's hard to tell which one is which, and also consider that status changes.

We learn from our parents, or lack of them. I'm not your parent, but as an entertainer....

Give Me Around

"November Rain"

Remember That Name Because You'll Need It For Your Pass Code

Freebie Answer:

"A Rock n' Roll Lullaby Sang To A Pair Of Blue Eyes, The Roses With Their Thorns All Haven't Chosen Sides. What Peculiar Way Of Answering is it not? For The Pack Wasn't Full But It Did Fall From The Sky As A Million Melodies Of Wise Times Gone By." 

Anyhoo; So About Pauley's....

It's meant to be controversial, but benign for a reason; that being because life happens and we react, relate and navigate as we try to make sense of it all.

Have an open mind and a sense of humor, even if slightly twisted; you may enjoy the literary ride, though you may also get the sudden urge to want to wash your own eyes out with soap. I'm just sayin'

*cough*

Now Play Video From Dropkick Murphys

Rose Tattoo

Off Their 8th Studio Album

"Signed and Sealed in Blood"

For The Soundtrack & Wait For The Vocals To Begin Reading. At The End Of This Page The Meet Up Is:

"Who I Would Die For"

***Remember This Song And Video To Glean From Again***

1st Clue: At the very end there is a release date. Note it.

2nd Clue: Look for a B-Day theme connection in the archives for the

May 19, 2014 Grand Opening

3rd Clue: Why would their name be written in a rose tattoo?

Freebie Answer: Look for what was meant for him (2) "Glean This!" said the little fool.

 

 Have you ever had a daydream so real that you couldn't help but get in to it?

I did.

One day I thought of a man that didn't exist to forget another that I wonder if he even did; and why his memory lingered for so long in my mind. I replayed 'scenes' from this daydream in the quiet moments when I was alone and I couldn't focus on doing much that was productive. It kept me company but also it made me wonder what, and whom, was out there that I have yet to discover. It became a matter of wishful 'what-if's' that challenged the dissatisfaction of what I have known.

In this daydream I got to experience something I haven't before; I actually fell in love with someone and I didn't fall on my ass while going through it. I named my dream guy "Mikey" that was short for "Michael Anthony Duncan", 37 years old divorced single dad and Average Joe. He's named after an Archangel Saint that understood more than what I gave him credit for. I imagined him as a good man that was also figuring out his place in the world.

I was happy in my make-believing where I wasn't mistreated and there was no question that I was appreciated. This stems from heartache experienced when I wasn't... Then it happened; my daydream turned dark. It changed and I was overcome with grief. I imagined Mikey getting killed, leaving me his widow that yes, I went little girl 'princess' and imagined a fairytale where I got married and was content; we even owned our own little business and had plans to build our dream home that never goes away.

I remember that day clearly.

  I put on my driver cap, cuffed up jeans held up by my suspenders, wallet chain, MC jacket and scuffed up boots. I didn't look like a girl. There was a reason for that. I went to the local Shell gas station that has a 7Eleven now, and bought my usual pack of smokes and stuffed them in my jeans pocket. I walked to Tenno's off 1st street and Soto; to have a beer to toast a man that never lived. I then wandered around my new town of Boyle Heights and I continued past the point of Mikey dying. I imagined a friend of his, "Jacob" that also mourned him.

He kept me company while I took the long way home, as there was made-up conversation again, and before I knew it, the daydream continued in to a new chapter that spoke from the heart. Then as I imagined that, the daydream became an "Adult After School Special" that was centered around his pack of close friends that hung out at a slop chute called "The Iron Horseshoe Tavern" that was known also by a speak-easy name; "Pauley's Tavern and Pool Hall".

  The regulars that are known as "Pauley's Retarded Children" because the majority of them don't act their age, (read carefully the definition of retarded and think about it) if growing up was mandatory; they represented what I seen was fact.

Many that have grown up, still had questions about what they are supposed to do, and where in life are they supposed to be. There would still be moments of confused reasoning because life wasn't making sense, or it was too much and overwhelming; and they acted out in frustration.

It felt like teen angst had been prolonged though with more privileges and misconduct that, more often than not, was tongue in cheek and photos would record it all. So the daydream continued and as I thought about it, I figured I could run with it, what did I have to lose?

This is the least to know and well if you like to read or just happen to have some goof off time, take a gander, it's good for the goose too!

  "Are you up late at night, unable to sleep; with a beer or cup of coffee, does your restless mind beg to be appeased? Please see how it was kept trippy with what a healing heart has gleaned; It is just a story told in the hopes for another chance to get the slate clean...." ~ L.G. Flores

 

Read The Actual Pauley's Tavern and Pool Hall Tavern Introduction Here

If You Don't Mind The Spoilers You Could Click This Link And Get A Preview of Who Be This "Jacob" That Salvaged A Day Dream For A Distraction

 

If you are able to scan the screen, you may find the hidden links on this page and on others where it should be obvious, and in some spots, not so much. Also don't forget to look at the ending of the music video for the release date.

Oh and one last thing,

*smiles*

Monkee Chez says to "READ ON"

Director's Cut #1

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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"