The plan is simple: lock Potro’s father in the bathroom, steal his car, and film a music video for one of their most punk songs to apply for a spot at the city’s biggest concert. But not everything goes as planned. Past grudges, passions, egos, and the consequences of their decisions get in their way. For the "Fósforos Mojados," punk isn’t dead in a salsa-dominated city now flooded with reggaeton; punk is spitting their friendship at the world.