He was about 17, had dreadlocks and was completely waisted. When we saw him, we started yelling at him. Instead of running away, he simply stopped what he was doing and waited for us to reach him.
My Chilean roommate let him have it, to which he replied in Spanish “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know it was your house or I wouldn’t have done it.” (He has never met us before). After she guilt-tripped him a little longer, he gave us both several hugs and a kiss on the cheek. Before he left he added, “My friends tell me I need to stop but I just can’t.”
As stupid as our house looks now and as pissed as I was at first, I’ve gotta admit, this kid was pretty adorable. I can’t be mad!