and see what we're thinking like we always used to

The world has suddenly become particularly beautiful on this lazy sunday afternoon. For a few minutes I have shed my tough journalist exterior and adopted what is really at the heart of me, a tree-hugging, pot smoking, sitar dancing hippie.

Who enstead of doing anything remotely productive on this fine bright evening decides instead to stare with wonder out the looming window at the rays of light and tickeling breeze. Gods what has this drug reduced me to? WHERE AM I GOING? Well I guess only the The Great Score Keeper could answer that, but like hell he would that evil bastard.

But there's just something so goddamn beautiful about discovering a song you owned but didn't know existed on some long forgotton Cheapo purchased album. A song that explains this moment and captures everything you've been trying to put to words in your head for the longest time. Well thank you Harvey Danger. Private Helicopter was written for this.