Fucked Up Night Life is short but not memories. By N. Chaitanya Dheeraj© Copyright 2020 All Rights Reserved CHAPTER 1 Ronnie’s problem I answered a phone call one morning while I was still in bed “where the fuck are you, Ronnie? They are searching for you in the streets” said Sunny in a hurried tone while sipping his morning coffee, in a restaurant I could tell that as I heard the waitress voice in the background. I quickly opened my eyes and realized that I bashed a 6 foot, long-haired, street fighter. I slowly got up holding my paining head. “Sunny, tell them that I was badly drunk the other night, so didn't know what I was doing,” I said, my heart was slowly pumping up with fear. Sunny would be in the same situation too. “You fucking got to be kidding me, do you remember who you fuck