Sometimes you text a friend at 1:30AM to say you’re eating a granola bar, and the next thing you know you’re driving west with him in the hopes of catching the Northern Lights before dawn.
And you get to drive his AMG Mercedes on the Mass Pike, which would be more fun if it wasn’t dark and rainy, but it’s still fun.
You end up in Worcester eating eggs ben…
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