Langdon targets fresh pussy

Over the years caught in the vat of festering quicksand that is FlozWorld, various moments of realization have exploded into our consciousness. This is one of them.

Rock On
During 2013-4, Langdon attended 3 rock concerts with us involving three somewhat diverse and highly bad ass outfits - Swedish guitar ultra-virtuoso Yngwie Malmsteen, old school British metal legends Saxon, and the excellent German-British-American prog trio Stick Men.

HIs behavior at the Saxon gig was troubling and laid a dilemma upon us. First, we rewind a bit.

So. Not. Cool.
For a short time prior, Mrs. and Mr. Princess Corn Log lived in a house not far from us. The home was co-owned by a friend of theirs who didn't live there and Langdon was...let's just say for now...engaged, in cahoots with Ryan, in certain pursuits on the premises without the co-owner's knowledge, breaking a fundamental rule of the outlaw domain.

I winced upon learning the details, made it clear that his path was well short of honorable, and left it at that. I ain't his mother. My opinion of him, which was very high, dropped a couple of notches that day. I still considered him a dear friend, though.

The Setting
During the time we attended the concerts, Langdon was a man on the edge, running a demanding business while learning the hard knocks inherent in being a Flozberk.

He was fed up with Ryan's antics, thoroughly and validly detesting him. Neila and Reagan, essentially destitute after multiple epic legal battles and their cash cow Aydin being snatched away by John, worked for him in starkly nepotistic roles for which they were not especially qualified. He was about fed up with them, too, with Neila's entitlement, interference, hatchet jobbing, and even her obnoxious voice pushing him to the end of his rope.

Most of all, his young marriage, which got rolling in a quite fancy shindig at the Fairmont Hotel in 2009, was teetering. Tiffany, who seemed to be something of a hypochondriac, spent her days languishing in bed, getting high, and ordering crap off the internet. Her business and personal duties were oft-neglected. The poor guy was very frustrated, and would regularly come over and hang out with us, spilling his anguished guts over bong hits, beer, junk food, and loud rock and roll. We had a lot of fun.

At the Saxon gig, after the opening act, Fozzy, was done, we muscled our way to the front of the general admission floor, just left of dead center. Only one row of people stood between us and the stage barricade. This was going to kick some large ass. We all had a pretty good buzz going.

Between us and the barricade, holding a coveted front row position, was a really cute little lady. Or, at least she was really cute under all the mutilation - she sported many tattoos and piercings. Ample cleavage shined from her torn-up rock and roll scuzzbag t-shirt and her ass looked epic in her tight jeans. Great hair cascaded well past her shoulders. She seemed like a real live one who would be a hell of a lot of fun at a party. And, after the party.

Langdon noticed her, to put it mildly. Here we see him gawking at her, buzzed, smitten, and oblivious to being photographed.

We struck up a conversation with her, a common practice during the break between bands. Many lasting friendships have started that way. But, Langdon, with several drinks and plenty of THC in him took it too far.

Dude! Just...No!
He kept invading her personal space, which is necessarily reduced on a general admission concert floor, getting in her face again and again. She would politely engage him, then turn back around to face the stage, and he'd come back at her. The longer it went on, the closer he was getting. Lisa and I kept looking at one another, bewildered by his behavior.

Eventually, he had his face in her hair and was touching her waist, babbling in her face and ear. She shot us a pleading look to do something about this creeper who was relentlessly bothering and now pawing her.

Lisa got in my ear (it was quite loud there):

LISA: You might wanna get dude under control, he's making her very uncomfortable.
ME: I agree. I must say, though, she looks like she'd prolly be a lot more fun to fuck than the languishing Tiffany.
LISA: LangLang clearly thinks so.
ME: I hear ya. Try and get a shot of her, or, ideally, him bugging her, then I'll have a word with him.
LISA: I already got him staring at her. I'll see what I can do.

Right when Lisa unpocketed her phone, Freaky Fun Gal abandoned her front row spot and sliced through the crowd, shaking her head in disgust, never to return. Langdon turned and watched her until she was out of sight. The guy next to us slid into her space, tickled pink. Very soon after, the lights went down and Saxon came on.

In the hundreds and hundreds of gigs I've attended, it's the only time I've seen a woman give up a prime spot due to harassment from a creeper. Front row is hard to come by, usually attained by dashing to the barrier right when doors open well before the first act, so she likely had been standing there for hours. Langdon, perhaps not understanding that, seemed remorseless for driving her away.

He had a very good time, especially enjoying the classics Dallas 1 PM and Denim & Leather. He was pumping his fist and screaming with the D&L sing along. As is always the case with Saxon, it was a killer, high energy set. I found a crappy sound cell phone vid of D&L from that night shot from right in front of us. That's Lisa whistling at the end.

I kept an eye out for Freaky Fun Gal so I could apologize for my half nephew-in-law's boorish behavior, but did not see her again.

Afterward, we enjoyed the obligatory hang in the parking lot, drinking, smoking and talking about the gig. Langdon got a big kick out of the fact that he was but 3 months old the first time I saw Saxon. Freaky Fun Gal was not mentioned.

Dilemma
Lisa and I later discussed the matter after dropping him off. It was troubling that he behaved that way in front of his wife's uncle (well, to be precise, half-uncle). It was certainly curiously brazen behavior, and he acted as if nothing had happened. Was such conduct normal to him? It sure seemed that way. I'm a very lusty soul who loves pussy as much as anyone in the galaxy, but I've never behaved as Langdon did that night. We agreed it was simply gross.

We also agreed that had Freaky Fun Gal been receptive to Langdon's advances, things may well have gotten really weird.

Whether to tell Tiffany was obviously discussed. It was a dilemma in which every answer was both right and wrong. Langdon was a close friend and we prefer not to rat people out or interfere with personal lives. But, I had been close to Tiffany for close to three decades and reasoned that she deserved to know. We ultimately decided to keep quiet.

Were his complaints about his life with The Flozberks accurate, and I've no doubt they were, then I don't blame him for being inclined to color outside the lines.

Still, what we witnessed that night was a moment of realization for both Lisa and me.

'Till Death (of Mutual Respect and Enjoyment) Do You Part
I'm unimpressed by marriage; in fact, I'm much more impressed by those who are not married (like Lisa and I), yet stay together when they don't "have" to. And, I strongly feel that if one partner is not gettin' 'er done, then all bets are off. Even if Dad, whose life was a sad joke for its final 40 years, had wanted to "cheat" on Mom, I would have helped him do so if asked.

During that time, Mom never so much as made him a sandwich, much less drained his sack, as the Flozberks smothered his life into oblivion. She, overall, did not treat him well.

Poor guy.

And, had he asked me, say, 20 years before he was killed, if he should divorce Mom and move on to find someone to actually take care of him before life slipped away, I would have resoundingly advised him to do so. Lisa does more for me in a weekend than Mom did for Dad in decades. Dad never would have done that, though. He was stuck in The Flozberk Quagmire until death.

Poor guy, indeed.

Camp Corn Log Evolves, Perhaps
Since the days when we used to party together over a decade ago, our relationship with Langdon and Tiffany has obviously soured, and mightily. She was a quite the loon during the 201x years and both made sloppy asses of themselves during my most recent contacts with them HERE and HERE. An investigation of Langdon that involved some deep digging revealed a man not nearly as nice as I once thought, with a detailed, fearful account from one former employee especially especially troubling.

However, some very interesting recent social media postings indicate they are doing much better than before and are raising a distinctly lovely child. We hope they continue to evolve and prosper while breaking away from The Flozberk Way toward which they both often expressed much disdain before being sucked into the vortex amid intergroup strife.

Evidence suggests they have indeed distanced themselves from the madness of the past and I find it pleasingly possible that they have what it takes to be fine people who do well if the godawful ghosts of the past can be leashed, understood, and overtaken.

We truly wish them the very best even though it's fair to assume that they will forever hate us, and perhaps more than ever now.

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Moments of Realization 1: Forsaking All Others