My Blue Heaven

A Philly bar isn't quite what it's name promises -- but for one patron, it might as well be.

By Peter Woodall
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“Well, this was like the revolving bunk if you know what I mean, and there was somebody’s stuff on it, which I wasn’t going to touch, so she yelled ‘who’s stuff is this,’ and this big motherfucker says it’s his. He had the bottom bunk, I had the top.”

“There’s two foot lockers per bunk bed. I said is that one yours, and he said yes. I said what about this one, and he said that’s mine too.

D Block is an open room with 30 guys, all of them watching to see what Norm would do.

“I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw the guard’s back as she walked down the stairs, and in that moment I realized this is it, so I grabbed my balls and said ‘OK, motherfucker, if you want to go over a piece of plastic, let’s go!’ And the guy looked at me, and said ‘It’s cool.’ Bunkies are supposed to look out for each other, see, and he was the guy who ran the block.”

The day Norm got out, his girlfriend was waiting for him with beer, cigarettes and a cheeseburger with lots of bacon–they don’t serve pork in jail.

“She pulled the car under 95, and I got out and I just screamed as loud as I could because I was free. I ain’t never going back there.”

Norm said he was still using cocaine, though, and with three years of probation ahead of him, staying on the outside didn’t look like a very sure thing.

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1. Anonymous said... on May 30, 2009 at 05:25PM

“Do you have Karoke except Tuesdays??Please email me back at”

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2. phillyboyskilz said... on Dec 30, 2010 at 09:49AM

“what does this story about a coke head have to do with my blue heaven bar..this is just stupid..i guess the internet is were the worst writers can get published..dude get a clue keep working at Mc Donalds because your writing sucks”

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3. CONNIE DIEHL said... on Jan 6, 2013 at 03:51PM


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4. Andrea Flaville said... on Mar 11, 2013 at 07:20AM

“Seriously? Who wrote this? It may be the dumbest thing I ever saw. The story has nothing to do with the bar itself. My Blue Heaven is a good spot for people who like to socialize, smile, have fun and at the same time enjoy drinks at a reasonable price served by great bartenders and also enjoy food that is all delicicious and made by cooks with experience. Sure there is regular bar food but they have homemade fresh cooked meals daily such as seafood, pastas, steaks, meatloaf, homemade soups and our famous clams casino. Always an entertaining night. There are bands on the weekends, music trivia on Sunday nights, quizzo on Mondays, karaoke on Thursdays and Tuesdays. It is like Cheers here. Everyone knows your name. Always a good time.”


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