When Sonja came home from work The Heartbreaker's "One Track Mind" was playing on the stereo. It was loud enough to pogo to which is exactly what Sonja did. The Hammer joined her dancing around the living room. For an old broad, Sonja can still rock like it is 1976. For a moment I thought I would join her. Have not pogo'd much recently. Instead I reached for the bottle of malbec I had uncorked after work, topped up my glass and poured one for my pogo girl.
One day you are rat bastard punk rocker, the next day you are a wine shit.