As the eyewitness reports of Dre’s bike wreck start to come in, I’m going through shock all over again. People could hear the crack of his helmet on the pavement from 30 feet away. He went into convulsions before he regained consciousness. One rider thought he was dead. I’m having aftershocks of mortification and terror and then I creep into the bedroom and watch Andreas sleep for a few minutes and almost start crying at it all … but see the eye surgery I had messes with your tear production for a little while, and so no tears come and so I just pet his scabby head and am thankful. Because what else can I do?