So it's 2:30am where I'm at, but decided to give my dog a quick walk in case she needed to use the restroom.

It's a very safe city, but I still carry a dagger and a Escrima stick (Filipino Fighting Stick) this late at night...Better have it and not need it than need it and not have it.

So almost home, when I hear footsteps behind me.

Again it's about 2:30am on a darkish lonely downtown street with no cars around.

So I pull back on my fighting stick and flip to face them, someone is about to get their head split open.

It's this 20 something year old kid with a German accent who looks shocked and raises his palms, which universally means 'I mean you no harm.'

Stutters "Just trying to go there." He points at a stairway to my right.

I put the stick down and apoligize and he half smiles and scurries up the stairs.

Never ever ever ever walk behind someone at 2:30 in the morning on an empty street and think you MIGHT NOT get cracked...He's lucky I didn't have my dagger in my hand cus that flows a lot easier to stab than the stick does to strike someone.

Dude should have jingled keys or whistled.

Again...What is up with the fucking Germans???