anyone who would like to converse with me on the subject of lars tetens, please feel free to contact me publicly or privately, at email@example.com. i know these are old posts, but hopefully someone is still paying attention.
i worked for lars for almost 3 years, as did my ex-husband, and the tales of cult like tactics are true. he renames people and brainwashes them, he is actively and VOCALLY attracted to underage persons, his cigars come out of a big bin, and are then coated by foam brush with various oils and chemicals to give them that signature "lars tetens smell", which i heard eloquently compared to "a tire fire in the basement of a whorehouse".
for those in new york that are interested in knowing where he relocated to, he moved to Easton, PA at the time i knew him. he rented a 3 story end rowhome on one side of the street, for himself and his odd little culties to play rockstar in. initially, all cigar production was done on the 3rd floor, where the cigars were stored in a 'humidor' which was a converted walkin closet off of the main shipping guy's bedroom, and if anyone thinks that those bag wrapped cardboard insert foam marshmallow on top packages come from a factory, they are wrong. i put many together myself, when shipping was shorthanded, and they needed to loot the sales team for manual labor. the carboard inserts were printed on a wax ink color copier, and hand cut on a small papercutter.
eventually, he rented the house across the street, and turned it into a sales office / cigar production center. the sales people were hired impulsively and without qualifications,(i know, i had to train them, as 'national head of sales'). lars once hired a girl in a diner because he liked her shoes.
once, with the windows of the 'office' apartment open (keep in mind, residential area, not zoned for business, but that's the least of his indiscretions), he screamed at poor devon, otherwise renamed musashi, who he had been mind mangling since she was 11, SO LOUDLY, on the 2nd floor across the street, that we had to shut our windows, or we could not hear to work. i don't even remember what her grievous offense was, i think it may have had something to do with a salad. no joke.
he would invite his famous and quasi famous pals over for long weekends, and go grocery shopping with intended-to-bounce checks to get them all the delicacies and luxuries he wanted to impress them with, all to provide this illusion of affluence. sometimes, due to my own rubber or nonexistent checks, i would have to accompany musashi on these trips so that she could roll my groceries in with the bounced check, so that i could have FOOD in my house cause he wasn't paying me, he kept stringing me along with promises....
promises...... fame, fortune, it would all be ours, once we got the cigar business out of the toilet. just another week, month, another after that, it never stopped. i am a musician, and i admit, in my early 20s, i was seduced by meeting people like steven tyler, and getting to go back stage and socialize with him, as well as entertaining rick allen for dinner.
musashi once made me make the choice whether to pay my 'right hand gal' on the sales floor, or my electric bill, cause she couldn't do both that week. i ended up picking the employee because she had children and i didn't. the power got shut off. again.
lars and company have opened fraudulent business in my name with my SSN and ID info, which i only found out about (and canceled) years later, when i attempted to open my own legitimate jewelry design business, and found i had several businesses already registered with the IRS in my name i had no idea about.
where he is now? who knows. if you DO know, please tell me. i have finally gotten over the emotional trauma (he gave me horrible body image and self esteem issues), and my credit is irreparably screwed due to their lack of payment and IRS fraud in my name...
if this sounds like your story, or something like it, contact me.