Emily and I live in a very ritzy neighborhood. Oil Barons, Diplomats, and Embassies line our block. We rent from the grand-daughter of the Reynolds Tobacco fortune. Criminals usually avoid our neighborhood, because of the abundance of personal security guards, but not tonight.

I was taking Turtle for a walk around midnight. Emily needed some money to buy more tickets to graduation, so I agreed to walk to her ATM (about 1/2 mile) and get it. On the way back, I saw a large pickup truck parked in front of a fire hydrant. The hydrant was gushing water into the street. Two men stood staring at the fountain. Turtle was afraid of the noise, so I walked to the other side of the street. The men spotted me and crossed the street. I sped up. They sped up. I took a left down the nearest alley and started running. They followed. Turtle could barely keep up (his legs are very small you know), so I picked him up by the leash and ran. The men kept coming. I took a left into someone's driveway and hid behind a trash can. They ran past. Turtle almost barked, but I covered his mouth. I silently ran out of the driveway and further down the street. Thankfully, I made it home without seeing them again.

It was so weird. That kind of stuff usually doesn't happen in this area. Oh well. I guess that's life in DC.