The bass thuds, two hair helmets bounce in unison, and a singular dream hangs in the air, thick with cologne and exhaust fumes. This is the world of Doug and Steve Butabi, brothers on a nightly crusade for velvet-rope glory. Outside the legendary Roxbury, the bouncer’s subtle chin-flick is a familiar rejection, a silent judgment witnessed by a curious neighbor. It’s a scene replayed across nine...
