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"

Shying Away....

Press Play To Listen To A-Ha "Take On Me" For The Soundtrack

  I study his scally. I know its uniqueness by now. The hand sewn repair on the back. The spots on the brim that are worn down. The ice blue satin lining and dingy headband inside.

“Want to try it on and me take your picture?”

“You're being romantic aren't you?”

“Glad you noticed. It can get tough to think up what you would more than appreciate for the effort.”

“It almost sounds like I've somehow created pressure to impress me.”

“Noooooo, no, no, no, no, NO! I was romancing you; don't get sensitive on me now!”

  Too late.

  I really don't like it when folks feel pressure that I'm not intentionally putting there. It's on my mind now. That leads back to his question of ever being satisfied. Not from him. It's Mikey that wants me to focus that he wants to be romantic with me by reminding me of when I first studied his scally on the night we met.

  I enjoyed meeting him. Too bad I'm still too uber analytic Virgo, I rather not be. Female Virgos have a bad rep, and sadly it's true to some degree. Male Virgos have it worse. But Mikey isn't a Virgo. Instead he's trying to get me to coo.

“I'm not going to get sensitive.”

“No, I can tell I made the hamster wheel turn.”

“It's nothing. That was romantic. Here's your scally back.”

“Lizett, I just meant I sometimes struggle finding ways to be fresh with getting you in to me.”

“That's working.”

“What's working?”

“What you said.”

“What did I say?”

“What you just did.”

“Remind me.”

“You forgot? Never mind.”

“No! I want to be sure what it was I said that worked so I can say it again.”

I can't help but smile.

{What about me is so redeeming he'd want me to continue being in to him?}

“You want me to be in to you.”

“That's what worked?”

“Yeah. Guys I got in to didn't want me in to them until I was over them; or it really didn't go that far.”

{Don't go back there, focus on me not on putz!}

“Their loss. You got me here with you now thinking I'm glad I wore my scally the night we met.”

“You did look very handsome wearing it.”

“I'm still in shock you thought I was being how husky I was then.”

“I seen you for you and I'm a sucker for Snow White guys with brown eyes.”

“I still get a kick out of how you think I'm a Snow White. You're the pale one, and I don't wear red lipstick.”

“You have before.”

“When!?!”

“When I didn't wear kiss proof formula. My lipstick got all over you. You forgot.”

“Maybe if you remind me a little.”

“How am I going to remind you?”

“Kiss me.”

“I'm wearing a kiss proof formula.”

“Doesn't mean we can't try to rub some off on me.”

“Why are you even interested in me Michael?”

“Can I tell you by kissing you?”

“To accentuate the point after vocally elaborating, yes you may,”

{That's what she's looking for, heh.}

“The other guys weren't much in to communicating huh?”

“No. They thought like 'good enough' and someone put it in perspective by asking me if 'good enough' was good enough.”

“I'm not really a Shakespeare to tell you sweet nothings to, but I do like you a lot.”

“That's a start. Do you think I'll lose interest in you if you don't keep things fresh?”

“You got a lot going for you even with being a little crazy in the head, I figure guys would be competing with each other to get you in to them.”

“Perhaps prior to 2005 I did, but it got very quiet after I lost my Batmobile computer, and well, I tried staying connected through my phone, but no luck. The guys from POF I let check me out really had nothing on you. You became the favorite because I met you in person first, and I wasn't one of many inbox messages for you. You took wanting me to trust you serious. Yeah you did drunk dial, but you also dialed when you weren't drunk. I appreciated that.”

“I wonder if that will ever feel like you settled.”

“With the other guys I settled, and Divine Intervention got those foos away from me! Praise be I got smart and found self worth not to wait for them to change when all that could was me.”

“So you really meant it when you called me'Average Joe Beautiful', besides think I was a guy version of Snow White?”

“Well the guys back at the Tavern could be your gang of little people, and Chrystal the Evil Queen that wanted you dead. But I did see you and thought you were beautiful. It had been a while since I looked at a man like I did when you were near. Even being cacheton (chubby cheeked) I thought you were attractive. But your scally and sideburns took you over the top.”

“And if I wear a fedora?”

“Like Sam Spade or Dick Tracy?”

“Well not like Freddy Krueger!”

“Maybe it would get me wanting to wear it.”

“You looked very pretty in your Sunday Church Hat. Beautiful actually, but you taught me calling a woman pretty gets a guy farther.”

“It gets him somewhere.”

“Lizett, I'm glad Annie looked b*tchy to you and you wanted to take cover. I don't think you imagined that night you'd be under mine.”

“No. I really was making the best of getting dragged along for Susan to meet Conner. Oh I found out why she slapped him.”

“Why she slap him?”

“He checked me out after I took my jacket off and put my hair down. He was still in to her, but it caught her off guard, because she was dressed like a woman and I looked like a tomboy.”

“And she was drunk.”

“Yeah. She feels bad that she got p*ssy like that.”

“And you were sober when we flirted.”

“You weren't.”

“I was sober on our first date when it started.”

“Nice clarification.”

“Other guys at the Tavern have checked you out and joked about what you can possibly see in me.”

“Your eyes smiled back at mine.”

“Could we test how kiss proof is your lipstick?”

“We're in public.”

“And?”

“You don't want to hide you're kissing me?”

  He looks at me like he realized something before I did.

{She doesn't want to be the dirty secret girl on the side. Why would any dude want to hide her? I want the world to know she's in to ' Average Joe Beautiful' me, and those guys were ashamed she liked them. Or maybe they were ashamed they liked her.}

(To be continued....)

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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"