Is murder a proportionate response?

it started four weeks ago ... but let me bring you to this morning. 2am exactly ... door bangs .. running giggling (what adult giggles?) .. tramping up stairs. Dog bark, I"m awake. F..ck it's early .. what time is it exactly? F..ck 208am. I try to go back to sleep ... but my thoughts turn to work and what i need to get done tomorrow, sorry - today. So i try to read, which works, i start to feel drowsy and drop off until BANG .. oh the door again .. more are home. I am in backpacker hell.

So - four weeks ago - Sept Oct is when backpackers start to enter Sydney's eastern suburbs in droves. Hoards of them. Eccy taking, smoking, hood wearing .. jesus i'm sounding like i'm 43 .. idiots. No one cares if they come and use the beach and hang out. I just care when they are living above me. We've lived here for 5 years in harmony. Those above us had a baby who cried .. but we lived with that. . it's life. But this is bad. It looked bad from day one ..... they started arriving in vans emptying mattresses onto the pavement. Then clambering up the stairs, but strangely unfriendly. "Hi .. how you going" i said. Them .. "Fine". Frankly, i dont' give a rats. It's great to be friends with your neighbours but if they want to keep to themselves it's fine. So - tonight, i ring their bell... they don't answer, strange given they are clearly awake. So i bang on their door. More accurate would be to say I thumped their door. The door springs open .. "Simon" answers - "what ?" he says eyes wide open. Me: "Would you be quiet it's 3am" .. Him: "You are the only one who complains about us". Me: That would be becaause we live below you and are closest to the front and back doors, plus others have complained about you because they've told me. It's not right what you're doing. It's noisy. It's late. It's wrong. I couldn't care less if you go out and come back late .. but don't slam the door, don't yell and scream when you get home and shut up when you get inside your flat. " Him: "we are behaving like normal people". Me "normal people get home and read a book". Him: "trust me, no one these days is reading a book". Help.

anyway, back to tonight. I"m dropping off to sleep and the door bangs again .. 3am .. more giggling .. more loud talking outside the apartments (i think) or it might be in the stairwell. Who cares? I"m awake.