I was at that Petaluma show, too. That was the first time that Dre and the Hills did something public together like that. I had a room in Santa Rosa that night at the same spot they all had a room, and in the morning, when I woke up, the person I was in the room with had let Dre in. I looked up from under the pillow, cracked up at Dre standing at the foot of my bed, and said "That's right hoe, Mac MuthaFuckin Dre", and went back to sleep. Later that day, my ride faked on me, so I called Miami. Him and Dre were almost to Vallejo, and they turned around and came back and got me. That's the type of dude Dre was. I didn't go out there with them, but because I was from the V, he took it upon himself to make it his responsibilty to ensure that I got back to the V safely.
Last time I got to kick it with Dre was at the Merced Summer Jam. He was in our room when the rollers came knockin, and i was pissed, cussin and shit, slammin all my stuff into my suitcase. Dre grabbed me by both shoulders, looked me dead in the eyes, and told me "You need to call the fuck down"..LOL....I only saw him once since then, and it was just a brief chitchat at the liquor store. I can think of hella shit I would have said if I would ahve known it was the last time I was gonna see him.