I think my speech went a little something like this, "Hey fuckwad, I don't know what the hell you're doing, but it's fucking late and I have to get up early so you really need to keep it fucking quiet." Or something to that effect. That was directed at my brother in front of like 10 other stoners. So I go upstairs and crash back into my bed feeling pretty vindicated actually. And surprisingly enough it did quiet down.
So I get up this morning and take a shower to get ready for work. As I get out of the shower I notice a note on the sink in our bathroom, "B- Sorry about the ruckus, didn't mean for you to lose sleep. Take Angie to the movies on me. See you after work tomorrow @ 1am. DB." And underneath the note was a $20 bill. Pretty crazy shit.