Three years ago I got tickets to see the Red Sox play @ Yankee stadium. I took my friend along with me. He's been a smoker most of his life. Being a big Red Sox fan I new it was time to celebrate. So I called my boy to pick up some high grade trees. Sure enough he delivered with some crip. This stuff was absolutely insane. We smoked a little blunt on the way from Providence RI to New York. It crept for nearly three hours. By the time we arrived at his friends house he was so messed up he had to lay down because he felt sick. I on the other hand let the trip take over and enjoyed every moment of it. All I really remember is sitting on this dudes couch (I was with a Dominican and was the only white dude within miles chilling in the projects in Washington Heights) with a bunch of people I didn't know just watching the room spin round and round.