"But I quit anyway because Tom was that bad of a person to deal with. From pimps to prostitutes, drug dealers and killers that I have had the misfortune to meet in my life, Tom is easily the worst person I have ever crossed paths with.
Tom is the tragic modern man. Possessed by his possessions. Lost in his ego. Mad from greed and narcissism. He is alone in his self-made prison of abusiveness and paranoia.
I have been thinking about writing a refresh of Dante's Inferno. I already have a ring in Hell reserved for Herr Thomas Pabst.
I still have all of his correspondence. I have the "temporary" contract that never was signed. I still have the bills I had to carry for THG that sometimes went well above $10,000 and which I had to wait months and months for reimbursements.
But there were at times humorous moments. Although there was certainly an element of terror, I'll never forget riding in Tom's S-Class Mercedes and watching him drive like a maniac, frightening pedestrians and running over every curb in sight.
Oh, and Tom in his silk pajamas smoking French cigarettes telling sex stories at 3 AM in the Grand Hyatt-Taipei... Was that a pass, Tom? You really creeped me out that night, which is why I ran out of your room"