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This small commercial place has been converted to an illegal after-hours club of sorts, complete with a small, poorly lit bar, seating space for about two dozen people, and a quick-access fire (and police) escape. The whole place is painted black: walls, floors, ceilings and windows, for that dim, dark nightclub vibe. The limited illumination, combined with black lights and cramped quarters, make it pretty difficult to spot details.

The bar is stocked with cardboard boxes full of beer and a few liquor bottles. It’s not a full selection by any means. Close examination of the sticky, beer-stained counter will reveal the residue of powdered drugs.

There’s really nothing in the way of security at Breakers. When it’s in operation, a bouncer keeps close watch on the door, but without him, there’s really nothing but a simple lock to stop an unwanted visitor from making their way in.

Breakers is located in a large, commercially zoned building on the edge of Decatur. Technically, it’s still a retail business (it’s listed on the books as an independent film studio), but the legitimate base it grew from fell through about eight years ago when the owners went bankrupt. They quietly sold their lease to a couple of friends, who repainted, remodeled and reorganized.

Four years ago, a well-known drug dealer was knifed in the corner, where he died unnoticed. His body was subsequently ditched in a nearby alley, and while the police investigation has never gone anywhere, most of the punk ass bangers in the neighborhood know where the murder went down.

Over the course of its nearly decade-long operation, Breakers has seen a few close calls. A couple of medical emergencies, brought on by overdoses or alcohol poisoning, have threatened to reveal the existence of the place to authorities. Quick-thinking bartenders staved off the threat by taking sick customers to a nearby hospital in each case, cementing their reputation as members of the scene.

Breakers opens for business at about two or three in the morning, just as most bars are closing up shop. On weekday nights, it tends to be busy, but not overcrowded, from then until sunrise. On weekends, though, Breakers is packed to the limit – beyond the limit, really – until the operators push everyone out, blinking, into the morning sun. Most of the customers are unsavory types, but they usually know better than to get violent. Anything that leads to a bust could shut the whole place down forever, and nobody wants to earn the reputation for causing that.