This is mine, from a recent City Paper article, here's the link and the here the text
After the Raid 
Edward Mack went back to work Monday afternoon.
Mack is the manager of The Caddi Lounge, a corner bar in North Philadelphia. It's one of the five bars local and federal law enforcement officials raided in the 22nd Police District last Friday evening as part of their new crime-reduction initiative, Operation Pressure Point. Police held a press conference saying they found enough guns and ammo inside the small lounge to "take over a small country."
In fact, police said, they confiscated two automatic handguns, two revolvers, a shotgun, an AK-47 and mounds of ammunition, plus large quantities of crack cocaine, pot and pills, which were stuffed into a box behind the bar. (They now believe the bar was running a drug operation.) Almost all of the weapons seized belonged to Mack and his two barmaids.
On Monday afternoon, after posting $75,000 bail for a host of drug and weapons charges, Mack pulls up in front of The Caddi Lounge in his black SUV. The place is closed for business; Mack's just here to clean up. He's a young guy, big, dressed all in black. He stands in the doorway and takes a look around. A raid is a messy thing — upturned cushions, trash-strewn floors, half-finished cocktails in plastic cups. A porno stuck on replay fills a flat screen in the corner and a feral cat that must've made its way in during the aftermath slinks across the bar, leaps to the floor and brushes along Mack's pant leg. Mack kicks the cat away.
"Damn," he says. Then his phone rings. He excuses himself for a moment.
The Caddi is located at the intersection of 25th and York, across the street from an abandoned plumbing supplies plant. Storefront churches occupy adjoining corners, but their doors are locked. Neighbors who answer their doors this afternoon refuse to discuss the bar. At about 4 p.m., a fight erupts in the street, when a group of young men pull another man off a porch. The man storms away, vowing to return,
"Nah, fuck that, muthafucker," he yells.
Big Tom Bradley sits in his truck in front of his auto repair shop a few doors down. Tom's a AAA subcontractor, almost 70 now, but he used to own a bar in the neighborhood. Spoilers, it was called, after the bar's softball team. Big Tom unfolds himself from his truck. He sold his bar off in the late '90s, he says, when he felt he could no longer guarantee the safety of his customers with his fists.
"You can't whip a sucker's ass no more," he says. "Whip a sucker's ass today, tomorrow he comes back with a gun ... me and you be enjoying a drink and wind up dead cause some sucker come in and shoot the place up."
The Caddi Lounge used to be an oldies bar, he says, until about 10 years ago, when a younger crowd took it over.
"People used to come from damn near all over the city for them oldies nights," he says.
Police spokesman Lt. Frank Vanore says there have been six or seven shootings in the 22nd District in recent weeks. None have occurred at The Caddi Lounge, but police had good intelligence about the weapons there.
"Most shootings occur over arguments," says Vanore. "So, we're trying to take these guns out of the equation."
Inside The Caddi Lounge, Mack brushes off a stool. The porno movie still plays behind him.
He explains his job.
"Keep the liquor stock up and count the money," he says.
The district attorney is charging Mack with drug possession, manufacturing and intent to sell.
He denies being a drug dealer.
"That's a damn lie," he says. He says the drugs found on the premises belonged to patrons. Mack has no prior criminal record.
Again, his phone rings, and he walks off towards the back of the bar, stopping near where the bar rail ends. After he hangs up, he bends down, rifles through a pile of debris on the floor and, after a few moments, picks another phone out of the pile.
"Damn," he says, smiling. "I found my other phone. Shit, I thought I lost that."
He is asked about his guns.
They're for protection against robbery, he says.
"All my guns are registered and licensed," he says. "I bought them at a South Philly gun shop."
The bar is narrow, probably only about 15 feet wide, and crowded with tables lining the wall. To protect this small space, Mack kept a .45-caliber pistol in his pocket and stored a shotgun and the AK-47 assault rifle behind the bar. Plus, his barmaids both had handguns.
"Aren't you only increasing the potential of people getting killed with that kind of firepower?" he is asked.
"Shit, we've been robbed before," he says. "Some young guys came in here and held everyone down. They had big guns, heavy artillery. One was a Mac-11, I think."
"Sixteen-year-olds are running around with automatics," he says. "Mine is only semi-automatic, man."
He says he's never fired his guns in the bar.
"Unfortunately," he says. "I didn't have my gun the night of the robbery."
Mack's preliminary hearing is scheduled for April 16.