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"

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#3 Jacob Sneak Peak along with Robert "Bobby" S. Esposito

“What kind of Mexican are you?” (Notes in script form)

By L.G. Flores

****This is the ending of notes I posted in 2012 in the Psychobilly Fever broadcasts of the original "Pauley's..." landing page.

  What prompt it was my uneasiness with “Chicano Power” and Brown Berets that at the time I had encountered. I didn’t like the militant look of their "uniforms". And I recall one Chicana years ago in front of me shout out "Chicano Power!" and gave me the impression of what I call “counter racist” motivation. She wasn't wearing a beret, but had a patch with the motto on it. She was my age. There was no instigation for her to start smalk talking about all Caucasians being the reason the world is all fucked up. ALL RACES HAVE HELPED FUCK IT UP.

  "Counter Racism" is when the reaction to racism experienced, is returned back, even if not blatantly, and it seems to take away from breaking the barriers of hate and mistrust.

  Not every member of the Brown Berets makes me feel they are countering real abuse with preaching separatism. But no one seemed to explain why they must dress as if they are part of a militia, when I asked 3 young members ranging from 19-25-ish years old. That's militarization of message. Hitler didn't use brown berets, but he started off his militia with brown shirts that ended up being what they were known for wearing. "The Brown Shirts". I have reason to feel uneasy, especially if those 3 couldn't make me feel more relaxed about the reasoning behind their "uniforms."

  The premise of the chapter was a calm political discussion in the living room of Alex, Dennis and Mikey’s house. Mikey and Alex went on a beer run leaving Paul, Joe, Jacob, Bobby and my alter ego Gina. Dennis was in his room.

  I did some notes of what I wanted to keep in mind when I started the chapter but then I got creative and self commented in the broadcast what would be the ending used. There are a lot of racial slurs used besides other vulgar language.

  David B. aka "Dave's Not Here" reviewed it and loved it. His words to me were "DON'T STOP WRITING!". Luckily I wrote down the ending and found it in my notes binder after I thought I lost it. It needs work. Oh one last thing, I like that I get to talk shit to myself lol ****

 

What Kind Of Mexican Are You?

By L.G. Flores

Gina: “Flores may mean flowers in Spanish but the last name comes from Florence dipshit.”

Bobby:  “You saying you’re Italian? Fuck off! Just because your name is Gina doesn’t mean shit. You’re still a fucking spic!”

Gina:  “Really wop? Your guido ass still eats at Taco Bell and thinks it’s good.”

Bobby: “I hate Taco Bell!”

Gina: “Then Del Taco ASSHOLE; same fucking difference!”

Bobby: “Eat shit Gina!”

Gina: “Great take me to Taco Bell so I can do that prick!”

The Retards laugh. “Can’t we all just get along?” Joe quips.

Bobby: “Fuck you Joe; just because she’s Mikey’s bitch I tolerate her.”

Gina: “You’re fucking father!”

Bobby: “What the fuck you say!?!”

Gina: “You heard me cunt.”

Bobby starts getting up from the couch with the intention to lunge at me but Joe grabs his arm.

Joe: “Bobs she’s right.”

Bobby: “You saying my dad’s a bitch too!?!”

Joe: “No dick; I looked up Flores, she’s one of us.”

Bobby looks straight at me.

Bobby: “YOU WILL NEVER BE LIKE ME!”

Gina: “I wouldn’t want to be a bigoted slut Bobs.”

Bobby: “Fuck this shit!”

  He gets up to leave the living room and as he’s walking out his cousin Joe says “Bobby you are a bigoted slut.” He heard that and turns around.

Bobby: “My sex life is none of her business!”

Under my breath “Of course not, I’m the only chick he hasn’t gotten to fuck.”

Bobby: “What did you say?”

Gina: “You need a hearing aid?”

Bobby: “Say it to my face!”

He stomps towards me and I get up off my seat to meet him. “Gina chill!” Jacob commands.

Gina: “AH HELL NAH!!!”

  I say still mad dogging Bobby; puffed up with my chin up. (This directed towards Bobby)

Gina: “I’m not afraid of you!”

  Jacob stands to pull me away while Joe and Paul get in front of Bobby to block. He’s still hell bent to talk shit and I refuse to stand down.

Bobby: “I’m so fucking sick of you and all the shit that comes out of your mouth!”

Gina: “Right back at you jerk!”

Jacob: “You two need to quit, this isn’t cool anymore.”

Bobby: “I would if she wasn’t shoving her opinions down our throats.”

Gina: “You pissed because it’s not my dick down yours RO-BER-TO?”

  Now he lunges and Joe and Paul hold him back and Jacob drags me out the front door by the arm.

Gina: “JACOB LET ME GO!”

Jacob: “NO! We were having a cool discussion about politics; but you and that fucktard took it elsewhere. You need to calm the fuck down!” Jacob lets go. “Gina, you’re better than this and stop talking like a guy, it sounds fucking vulgar!”

  He’s right but fucking aye, that turd has a problem with me.

Gina: “He called me Mikey’s bitch!”

Jacob: “You called him a cunt! Ignore him and start acting like a lady!”

  I don’t retort.

Jacob: “Now go back inside and apologize.”

Gina: “Why should I? He’s not!”

Jacob: “Because you’re above his shit and are supposed to have more class!”

  Why does Jacob have to be right?

Gina: “Fine… I need a few minutes.”

Jacob: “Good. I will give you this; I never seen a woman dish it right back to him. If it didn’t get stupid, it would have been funny.”

  I crack a smile. After a few minutes we both go back inside. Bobby is back sitting on the couch still fuming. He looks at us walking through the front door for a brief second, then looks straight ahead at the wall. Paul and Joe brace themselves for another round but shit a brick because…

Gina: “I’m sorry Bobby I said what I said to you.”

  Jaws drop and Bobby does a double take. I continue.

Gina: I’m sorry I called you names and said your father; that wasn’t cool.”

  He looks at me not sure what to make of this. His arms are folded and we could all tell he’s thinking of what to do next.

Bobby: “I’m sorry too.” But it was a whisper. Joe sitting next to him back hands his arm to say it louder.

Bobby: I’m sorry too!”

  I walk up to him and extend my hand.

Gina: “Truce?”

  He’s feeling like shit I was more man than he to apologize after all that was said. It takes him a few seconds but does put out his hand to shake mine.

Paul: “I never thought I’d see the day when you two would do that.” Paul tripping out; then I had to start back in.

Gina: “I still think you’re a putz, but you have feelings.” He (Bobby) snears.

Bobby: “Fuck you Gina!”

Gina: “Fuck you back Bobby!” Then Paul again.

Paul: “Well there passed that moment.”

(2013 behind the scenes with 2014 update.)

****This is the first attempt posting dialog like a script. I’m more used to “,” separating the lines for the dialog, but recently I was told it is confusing. I have to work on this and decide what would be the presentation style I’ll use. Anyhoo, Bobby doesn’t hide that he is a bigot, where as my character and the rest are more subtle about it. Racism does have its place in “Pauley’s…” mainly because Mikey is Caucasian and my character is a Latina.

  There is one chapter where Mikey, Dennis, Lou and Jacob that are “white”; are my guests at a party where they stand out and unanticipated, supposed “Brown Pride” of the male majority present at the party, turns in to bullying because of macho bravado and seeing yet another "Mexican" girl bringing in "whiteboys" to "the barrio". Like it is an unsaid rule that they are not welcomed or wanted around.

  To some Latinos that call themselves Chicanos that has a bad connotation for identification; THOUGH NOT ALL TO BE CLEAR, but to enough to be too many, the only white people they want to see are dead ones. Not kidding.

  Alex that is of Cuban heritage has to help me, Annie and Juan that are of Mexican heritage back up the other white meat and get them the fuck out before they get jumped, and who knows what would have happened to me for "intermingling" with "The White Devil" since I was lovey dovey with Mikey and not being more "Raza" dating a Latino.

  In an early chapter Alejandro "Alex" J. Mata and I are having our first real conversation and we speak in Spanglish, though just Spanish at first so we are not understood, and he shows he does see he’s surrounded by “pinche gabachos” (fucking honkies) and he's the only "beaner" of the bunch.

  Another character that isn’t Caucasian is Paul H. Chou that is known by slang as an “ABC” (American Born Chinese). The joke about “Round Eyes” gets used but it is tongue in cheek, but more so that he may look like he's Chinese, but doesn't speak much of it because his family have been American for many generations and like it is for many children of children of children of children of immigrants, language tends not to survive to pass on fluently to be bilingual.

  I explore all this because racial/heritage identity is an issue that I deal with besides seeing myself as American first when I have felt pressure to see myself as Mexican though my citizenship says I was born in the U.S.A. I know my heritage originates beyond the borders of my country, but even when explaining I'm only "Hispanic" by generalization, I'm in fact biracial for having European and "Indigenous" roots, I have felt that is considered not having "Brown Pride". 

  Why can't I just be proud that I'm part "white" and part "red" so I can celebrate them individually and then combined when I do show I have a Mexican heritage I appreciate?

  Because other than my eye and hair color, there is no "brown" to my skin tone that the battle is over with racism; and I have felt that held against me by "my own people". Or it gets celebrated because my children ended up looking more European and not born with a "cactus leaf stapled to their forehead" which is a self aimed joke and to others a put down.

This is bullshit upon bullshit, upon more fucking bullshit! In other words, I have felt and seen others also held to and judged by the dogmatic thinking of haters.

  It’s all meant as food for thought. Jacob however getting "me" to listen and behave in this last of the 3 sneak peeks does say something to y'all reading, but what exactly?

  There you go, your first sneak peeks at who be Jacob and what he brings to the symposium full of zanies. ~L.G. ****

 

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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.

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