Los Mocosos

Last night as I sat on my bed in front of my open window writing my ten-page 1.5 spaced paper, three teenage misfits, or mocosos as my señor affectionately calls them, thought they would get my attention by throwing rocks at my window. After one of the rocks sailed through the open window and hit my housemate´s computer, we told our señora, and she proceded to call the police. That´ll teach 'em.