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Stampeding Buffalo:
Adventures with Joe Kolodziej
When bad people happen to good
communities, jonesing for hockey...
17 November 2004 Examiner
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move on. Anyone who's tellin' ya any different, is razzin' ya.
It began on a bright sunny day in January, 2004. I know. I
shoulda waited for a dark and stormy night.
It was an e-mail from a Puckvoice™ reader in New York City. The
Big Apple. Gotham. Maybe you've heard of it. Seems this
doll had been hanging around on message boards, the kind of message
boards that people who like hockey can hang around without it looking
funny. She'd heard that a new team was coming to Buffalo. A
semi-pro team. She wanted me to look into it. Because that's the
kind of gal I am.
I poked around a bit. All clues led to one guy: Joseph Raymond
Kolodziej. You say his name like you're saying "cologne," but
then you stop suddenly and say "jay" for no good reason.
Kolodziej.
Kolodziej was no stranger to hockey. Almost, but it's like being
dead: you are or you aren't. He'd co-owned a team in Michigan.
The Predators. They played in the International Independent Hockey
League. Evidently all the good league names had been taken.
The IIHL was broke, wasn't paying its bills. Kolodziej ceased
operations of his team, walked away from the League and its
questionable financial practices. Very upstanding.
I e-mailed Kolodziej. He was bringing a team to the North Eastern
Hockey League. A West Seneca boy, he wanted a Buffalo team.
I'm a hockey fan in Buffalo, facing a dead NHL season. I liked the way
he thought. Kolodziej was hungry for media attention, so he was
on me like white on rice, but without all the carbs.
Well, some of the carbs. There were a lot of products from the
Labatt family of breweries involved whenever Kolodziej and I met
up. It was research. Well-lubricated research. He owned a
hockey team. He drank a good Canadian beer. He was an
ex-pat moving back to Buffalo. And he was a riot to go out
drinking with. What was not to like?
The Charges
In March, I started to get the feeling there was something not to like.
Pieces started to fit together. Or not fit, as the case really
was. After a stream of constant e-mails, suddenly Kolodziej was
quiet for a few days. He said a friend had passed away. Plausible
enough. Three weeks later, he told me where he'd really been: the
hoosegow. The lock-up. The slammer.
Seems he'd had trouble with a fella named Considine, his partner in the
Predators. Told me he sued Considine for lots of cabbage.
Considine got him arrested, just to get some leverage. I know a
little something about the law, but when I asked for details, he was
suddenly discreet: "i cant comment on it much other than i didnt do
anything illegal." (That boy never could write or spell, but if I
put [sic] after everything he messed up, I'd be over my word limit
before we got to the good part.)
I told Kolodziej, " Of course you wouldn't do anything illegal, because
then you'd be prohibited from entering Canada, and it's just way too
long a drive to Michigan otherwise." Found out later, the length of the
trip was the least of Kolodziej's worries when it came to driving,
especially in Canada.
I believe in "innocent until proven guilty." I went to law school; it
was on the exam. And I didn't have much information about what
happened in Michigan. I had to choose. Believe this Considine person
I'd never met. Or give the benefit of the doubt to a fun, beer-drinking
guy who wanted to bring a hockey team to Buffalo. During the
lockout. I'm Canadian. Enough said. And not easy
after seeing John Rigas in handcuffs only months before, if you ask me.
I'm a sportswriter. I continued to tell the story: a new team
coming, team-naming contest, blah, blah, blah. I added disclaimers: "I
can't verify this…" "I only know what he's told me…" etc. I talked to a
friend in the district attorney's office. Those types of charges
usually get dismissed pretty readily. "Unless there's serious identity
theft involved." Kolodziej held a press conference to unveil the new
logo and team name. He seemed confident that these
charges in Michigan were just a nuisance. Turns out, that's what
denial looks like.
The Franchise
A reporter from the big daily came to the press conference. She wasn't
a sports reporter. She had only one question and had to be off to cover
a bus accident. She ignored everything else, both there and in
her story. She asked if the NEHL had awarded the Buffalo
franchise. Said that "an [NEHL] official" had told them Kolodziej's bid
hadn't been accepted yet. She didn't have the guy's name.
She hadn't even talked to him.
The "official" who made the phone call? It wasn't the
president. Or the commissioner. Or even the vice president
of media relations. It was Rob Madia, a player. Player and
general manager for the Jamestown Titans, one of the four teams in the
league. To my knowledge, Darcy Regier has never contacted the
media on behalf of the NHL. It just doesn't work that way, not
normally.
Before I ran my story on the newly-named Buffalo Stampede, I wanted to
confirm Kolodziej held the Buffalo franchise rights. I needed to
talk to Jim Cashman, owner and president of the NEHL. Seemed like
he'd qualify as an "official." Seemed like he doesn't check his voice
mail, either. Kolodziej's intermittent discretion kicked in again
– about Cashman's cell number. The agreement I needed was at his
mother's house in West Seneca — we were downtown. I called to
remind him to bring the contracts with him — we were mysteriously cut
off. "[T]he IIHL is begging me to come back," he e-mailed, "so phone
ringing off hook thats why i lost you earlier, damn call waiting."
Kolodziej was underestimating my intelligence. Nailing my gullibility
dead on, but underestimating my intelligence.
We met the next morning. Kolodziej brought the franchise
agreement. It was signed by Cashman, dated 13 January 2004.
He verified he's not in breach. My story went in, worded much
more carefully than perhaps Kolodziej suspected, vouching only for what
I've seen with my own eyes.
As time went on, things didn’t add up. Everything with Kolodziej
was always in the works — no final products. Lawsuits brought to clear
his good name weren't filed with the courts: trouble with process
service. Business cards weren't made up: still looking for office
space. T-shirts he said five weeks ago would be ready in three weeks:
"They printed them on 100% cotton and I need 50/50." Cashman was always
going to meet with us, but never showed up.
Then, Rob Madia hit the fan. He e-mailed me crying libel,
claiming to be an honest-to-God official of the NEHL. His e-mail
didn't bother me. The e-mail history contained in it did.
There was an e-mail from Kolodziej to Madia, stating, "I have just read
the … article. I appologize, Suzanne mis quoted me and I have spoken to
her." That seemed an odd thing to say. Odd, because
Kolodziej had not "spoken" to me. Odd, because Kolodziej read the
entire article before it went to my editor. Odd, because
Kolodziej verified the truth of everything in the article to myself and
to my editor before the article was submitted.
Madia couldn't sit still, for reasons I can only guess. He
stormed the newspaper offices, donning his best ripped cut-offs and
leather collar. My editor called. Better get over here. I
called Kolodziej in Michigan. Left a message with his wife. As I
sat with Madia, my publisher, and my editor, Kolodziej called
back. He stood by all he had said. No "appology" like he had sent
to Madia.
The Wife
Another problem: leaving a message with Kolodziej's wife. Kolodziej was
divorced. He said so. Three years ago. He didn't
cheat. She's a great girl. They just got married too young. He
told a lot of people he was divorced, mainly on web dating sites. He
was particular about his partners, he said. He hadn't had sex in
over a year. I thought he might be trying to get me into bed.
Evidently he was trying to get anyone into bed. He schmoozed two
different women up to programmed-into-the-cell-phone stage within two
hours one night. He was smooth.
Not so smooth that the internet didn’t blow his cover time and again.
He told me he was financing the team with money inherited from his
father. The story was so sad, I had to check it out. The
facts bore out his tale, but Kolodziej was listed in the obituary as
surviving his father. With
his spouse. His unsuspecting spouse. Pathological liars are
fun; you can ask them questions and make them embellish their lies to
no end. My favourite part was where they amicably worked out
custody of their son. I imagine that's easier when only one spouse
knows about the divorce.
Cashman
Around then, Kolodziej started using a different "yahoo" address.
He started going by the name "Joe Smith." Joe "I've Got A Suspicious
Alias" Smith. By now I was just amused at bizarre mix of hockey and
mystery.
The Amerks were in the playoffs. We planned to go to Rochester
together for Game 4. He was driving. Game day, Cashman decided to
join us. They'd pick me up at 5.00 pm. I'd finally meet
this Cashman fellow, finally get answers to my questions. At 5.30
pm, I called Kolodziej's cell. They were on the road. They
got talking. You know how guys are. Forgot they were picking me up.
He'd kept me from meeting Cashman again.
So I went to Rochester on my own. Tricky, since I don't own a
car. Kolodziej called my cell during the game. Ha,ha —
we're at the game and you're not. I heard him skip just a
fraction of a beat when I told him I was in the press box. He
couldn't avoid me after the game. We'd all be out with the
players he pretended he knew.
And so we were, out with players I’d known for years... watched
like a hawk by Kolodziej.
How long does a man have to go to the bathroom before he takes a chance
that the façade falls? Evidently, a long time. Kolodziej
finally excused himself. Cashman and I were unsupervised. In a split
second, Cashman's joking demeanor went flat. He leaned over to me
quite seriously. He had never signed any franchise agreement with
Kolodziej, despite anything I’d seen. He had, in fact, granted
Kolodziej the franchise — he stood behind that. His concern was
that Kolodziej had forged that document. Cashman had had his business
card at the ready since before Kolodziej stood up. With his cell
number on it. I should talk to him only about League affairs from
that point forward. Kolodziej returned to the table. Cashman loudly and
happily continued a conversation about hockey that we hadn't been
having.
Show Me the Money
Over the next couple of weeks, Cashman and I pieced together what
Kolodziej had told each of us. It was a puzzle, but not the good
kind. Nothing fit.
Kolodziej kept planning trips back to Buffalo that never
materialized. And he never mentioned any old friends who lived
here that he wanted to see. He seemed anxious to get out of Petoskey,
MI. Too anxious. I’d asked him in February what he was
running from. In the last couple of months we'd answered that
question.
Some things didn't add up from the beginning. He’d sent me his
playing history. I couldn't confirm a single hockey team. They
were there, but every dang one of them was out of business or didn't
have rosters from that long ago. I couldn't verify that he didn't
play for them, either. Sneaky.
He sent me the top
history in January. I found the bottom history on-line in
September. He says he played in Europe in both. Maybe
that's what he told his family. Find the season that is almost
exactly the same in both. I'll give you a hint: he didn't play hockey
that year, but he's still in the books, somewhere.
| Year |
Team |
League |
GP |
G |
A |
PIM |
| 87/88 |
Naprzsd Jansw |
Polish
League |
16 |
8 |
7 |
24 |
| 88/89 |
Naprzsd Jansw |
Polish
League |
28 |
11 |
12 |
46 |
| 89/90 |
ECD Sauerland |
2.Liga Nord
(D) |
27 |
17 |
22 |
36 |
| 90/91 |
Hedos M|nchen |
1.
Bundesliga |
19 |
7 |
8 |
54 |
| 91/92 |
Hedos M|nchen |
1.
Bundesliga |
46 |
9 |
23 |
64 |
| 92/93 |
Hannover Turtles |
2.
Bundesliga |
48 |
13 |
16 |
62 |
| 93/94 |
Phoenix River Rats |
CIHL |
28 |
18 |
19 |
64 |
| 94/95 |
Muskegon Fury |
CoHL |
IR |
|
|
|
| 95/96 |
Madison Monsters |
CoHL |
4 |
0 |
0 |
0 |
| 96/97 |
Dayton Ice Bandits |
CoHL |
3 |
0 |
0 |
7 |
| 99/00 |
Northern Michigan Bears |
Semi-pro |
36 |
29 |
32 |
84 |
| 00/01 |
Northern Michigan Bears |
Semi-pro |
36 |
38 |
29 |
102 |
| 01/02 |
Northern Michigan Bears |
Semi-pro |
22 |
21 |
19 |
68 |
| Year |
Team |
League |
GP |
G |
A |
PIM |
| 85/88 |
SUNNY Oswego |
the SUNNY system...obviously |
68 |
28 |
59 |
163 |
| 88/89 |
Naprzód Janów |
Polish League |
26 |
11 |
17 |
82 |
| 89/90 |
Augsburger Panthers |
2.
Bundesliga |
16 |
5 |
12 |
52 |
| 90/91 |
GKS Tychy |
Polish
League |
22 |
13 |
26 |
64 |
| 91/92 |
Naprzód Janów |
Polish League |
26 |
18 |
22 |
62 |
| 92/93 |
Hasle/Løren |
NOR 1.
divisjon |
22 |
17 |
31 |
56 |
| 93/94 |
Lakeland Ice Warriors |
SHL |
8 |
1 |
4 |
32 |
| 94/95 |
Muskegon Fury |
CoHL |
5 |
0 |
0 |
0 |
| 95/96 |
Madison Monsters |
CoHL |
4 |
0 |
1 |
0 |
| 96/97 |
Dayton Ice Bandits |
CoHL |
IR |
|
|
|
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This is the only photo available of Kolodziej playing
hockey. It's entitled "Joe Kolodziej checking." One guy is
falling off his skates, and the other one is kicking him in the, um,
other knee. Neither of them look like Kolodziej. He posted
it himself (along with the "Kolodziej at the Office" photo posted
below) at the IIHL Gallery on http://www.sportzdomain.com.
© SportzDomain.com
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The man financing the Buffalo Stampede never had any money,
either. To wit: May 26. Amherst Pepsi Center. The
Buffalo Wings had a double-header. Kolodziej showed up with two
members of his "staff" to promote the Stampede to roller hockey
fans. His salesperson had 10 colour printouts. Kolodziej
evidently sent him to a printer with twenty bucks and a disk.
That morning. There were no other sales materials.,The Wings kill
in their first game (21-4).Team owner Jason Klein
invited Kolodziej and me to lunch with the team. Kolodziej offered
'contracts' to some of the players. They eat their pizza.
Kolodziej bad-mouths Cashman, a nasty habit of his. I made a
mental note that Kolodziej thinks I am deaf. Klein paid for our
lunch.
Later that day. HSBC Arena. A scheduling conflict put the
Amerks in Buffalo for two playoff games. Kolodziej was to meet me
at the game. He'd get a comp ticket from a player he's "friends"
with. I introduced him to that player two months ago. I
wasn't buying it.
Neither was Kolodziej. He called the player, said he was
cash-strapped because he'd paid for everybody's lunch. The player
had no comps. Kolodziej had no money. Mid-game, I called
Kolodziej's cell. He'd gone home. To get sleep -- perhaps
before the long drive with Cashman to his meeting in Montreal the next
day. But no, he wasn't going to Montreal. Something came up
he had to be back for on Monday. Little did he know…
Road Trip
Cashman attended Sunday's Amerks game. Kolodziej had never
cancelled the Montreal trip. He hadn't contacted Cashman at
all. He'd told only me, a hockey reporter with (as far as he
knows) no connection to the other parties in his meeting. Cashman
suspected that something he'd heard about Kolodziej might be
true. It would explain what Kolodziej had just done.
Cashman had met a former Predators goaltender with Kolodziej one
night. Kolodziej typically kept late hours. That night,
however, he went home early. He left Cashman with the former
player. The player confirmed that Kolodziej was still
married. Not too hung up about it, but still married. There
were allegations of drug use, which I had heard as "trafficking" from a
media source before then, and was waiting for confirmation on.
And there was the prior felony. Not sure what, but it meant he
couldn't cross the border into Canada. Kolodziej was an
"undesireable." His own goalie said so.
More Charges, Less Money
Cashman decided that night to make a criminal background check part of
the franchise agreement when he did sign it. At 10.32 pm, I
e-mailed him the link to conduct a criminal conviction search through
the Michigan State Police. Kolodziej saved him a couple of bucks.
The next morning, Kolodziej called me. From the back seat of a squad
car. Looking for bail money.
Kolodziej had outstanding warrants in Amherst. Buffalo as
well. But not the $500 he needed for bail. He was evidently
unlicensed. In fact, when he was charged with the four separate
felonies in Michigan, he received a bonus misdemeanor for driving with
a suspended license. He spent the night in the holding center.
Pesky laws.
I sat with Kolodziej's sister, Karyn, at the arraignment the next
day. She told me no end of tales about her brother's criminal
past. She may have an active imagination. He may have aliases we
haven't found yet. Nothing prepared me for what she told the
bailiff. Her brother needed his prescription medication.
For his brain tumour.
Kolodziej may very well have a brain tumour. He told me so later,
the last night I ever saw him. And he may very well have
inherited enough money from his father to buy and run a hockey
team. He may have been totally framed by his partner in Michigan.
He may well have (this is a personal favourite) saved all of his money
from his playing years and bought Snapple stock with it. I wanted
to believe. More than the rest, I wanted to believe the brain
tumour.
I wish I could verify what his sister had told me. It would explain a
great deal. Would explain why he won't get his license back.
Would explain why he can't go to Canada. Would explain why his wife
(according to Karyn) is so damned angry. I've got a problem with
what she knows, though. That morning, prisoners were paraded in
and out of the courtroom for arraignment, like cattle getting due
process. Karyn gasped when she saw her brother.
"He looks
awful!" she exclaimed. Her concern for his brain tumour reached a
new height, and she saw how one night in jail had ravaged her
brother. Problem was, it wasn't him. Personally, I thought that
guy looked better. But Karyn's
credibility disappeared faster than a coonhound at bath time. Her
alleged intimate knowledge of him should have at least started with
what he looks like.
Then Kolodziej was brought in. He wore an
expression of complete indignation. And handcuffs. How dare the
judicial system waste his time like this. The warrant in Buffalo was
for a bounced cheque to Hills department store. Hard to pay them
back now. What should have shamed him was the financial situation
that came to light. He didn't have $250 for bail in
Amherst. Or — when the Buffalo warrant showed up — the $500 for
both arrests. And he asked for a Public Defender. He
promised my town a hockey team. But he didn't have $250 to get
out of jail.
Kolodziej's cockiness never waned. Not even in the face of
facts. Who else would call a reporter for bail money?
Cashman had seen what Kolodziej had posted on the internet about past
partners. Nothing had ever been Kolodziej's fault. Everyone
else had lied. Everyone else had cheated. Everyone else was
to blame. Cashman knew that getting Kolodziej out of the NEHL
meant getting Kolodziej to think it was his own idea. Kolodziej
walked right into it: "I think I am going to get someone else to run
the team and be the focal point," he e-mailed me. "I cant handle
the stress of all this." He even alluded to other options for his
future: "if i have to i will
walk away and give all the work to someone so they can carry on.
i still have options down south that are open even after all
this." Finally, he 'came up with' the idea of getting out of the
Buffalo market: "i give up everything in buffalo, turn over all
contacts ect, and [Cashman] gives me jamestown. i assume the 12 k
debt he has there and move on. this gets me out of the spotlight,
keeps jamestown in the league and gives jim the local he needs."
What really happened was nothing close.
The IHA
Cashman was bringing Canadian teams into the NEHL. He wanted a
new name. A name to reflect the international character. He
chose the International Hockey Association. Because lousy names
like International Independent Hockey League were taken. But he
made the mistake of telling Kolodziej that the new name. One
completely unreliable source says that Kolodziej always planned to
steal the league from Cashman. Plan or no, it's what he
did.,Kolodziej created the IHA web site. He listed his home
address in
Michigan as headquarters. He listed himself as president.
He sent out information regarding an IHA draft camp, requesting that
the $200 tryout fee be sent to him in Petoskey. Credit card
information was also welcome. God help anyone who sent it.
Kolodziej tried to discredit Cashman. He emailed me that Cashman
partied too much. He told me Cashman wasn't doing any work.
I'd talked to Cashman past midnight many nights about contract law and
marketing. That was Cashman's idea of a party. Slacker.
Kolodziej pillaged Cashman's contacts for league expansion. Told
them that Cashman had no money. His evidence was the $12,000 debt
in Jamestown: the $12,000 debt that Kolodziej had agreed to assume. He
convinced Alain Lemieux (Mario's brother) to breach his contract with
Cashman, and work with Kolodziej instead. Cashman would never pay
him, Kolodziej said. Kolodziej, by all reports, has never paid
Lemieux.
Kolodziej put forth the IHA as a holding of his Michigan corporation,
"MCS, Inc." He posted logos for proposed teams on the IHA
site. Dave Mann, a talented graphic artist who designed the
Stampede logo as part of a design contest, was never paid the $500
promised for use of the winning logo. Other logos came from the
same sports logo designer message boards as part of a redesign
project they took on for themselves. No promises were made.
No payment was ever
discussed. The only assumption those designers made was that
Kolodziej would respect copyright law. They didn't know him very
well.
The designers told Kolodziej they were on to him. The logos came
off of the team web site. But Kolodziej didn't own the
www.buffalostampedehockey.com web site – a web site designer in Georgia
did. The owner didn't appreciate theft of intellectual
property. He removed the Stampede site. Put up a "Boycott
the IHA" message about copyright infringement instead.,Cashman had now
walked away from the NEHL/IHA to avoid having any
connection the Kolodziej. Cashman owned the IHA's web site, where
the rest of the logos were illegally posted. Cashman changed the
password. Kolodziej sweet-talked someone at the hosting server;
he changed the password. Back to the original one. Wanting
never to have to explain any connection to Kolodziej, Cashman removed
the site from the server altogether.
Message boards were a large part of Kolodziej's M.O. He used them
like rented mules that people all over the country talk to.
Swearing like a sailor, spelling like a sailor's parrot. It
wasn't pretty. His posts alluded to information he would not be
so indiscreet as to publish. His posts were true. His
detractors posted verifiable facts, in detail. They were
lying. The master of frequent free internet access: whenever
something I e-mailed Kolodziej made him "L[H]FAO," I pictured him as
the nutbar at the library, laughing maniacally at a joke no one else
could see. I never could verify Kolodziej's alleged lawsuits
against
anybody. Turns out they were only filed in his head.
Kolodziej got ahold of some restraining order language, and pasted it
into e-mails he sent to anyone who rubbed him the wrong way. The order
actually said you weren't allowed to rub him the wrong way, or bump
into, or brush up against…
"This CEASE AND DESIST ORDER demands that you immediately discontinue
and do not at any point in the future under any circumstances do the
following to me, the IHA anybody affiliated with the IHA, employees or
family members: speak to, contact, pursue, harass, attack, strike, bump
into, brush up against, push, tap, grab, hold, threaten, telephone (via
cellular or landline), instant message, page, fax, email, follow,
stalk, shadow, disturb their peace, keep under surveillance, gather
information about and/or block my movements at home, work, social
gatherings, religious functions and/or at any business activities."
It made me think. It made me think hard. Why did Kolodziej
have a
restraining order lying
around? A restraining order
against stalking behaviour, no less? And why did he think the
stalking laws applied to removing the IHA web site from the server?
Kolodziej was full of irony. Even while under indictment and
facing a prison term, he liked to use the threat of lawsuits when
people turned on him. He called the Petoskey News-Review in late
September, to complain about inaccuracies in a story about him. A
story called "Ex-hockey general manager pleads to felony."
Wouldn't want to say anything there that might harm your
reputation. Traverse City rink owners learned of the plea, and
put on hold plans to have an IHA team there. Kolodziej threatened
to sue. He said his "personal issues have nothing to do with the
product presented on the ice." Where I'm from, defrauding a
partner in a hockey team might actually be considered a "business
issue" as well.
I could be wrong. Kolodziej always said there would be legal action.
Maybe he meant the legal action against him. He was charged with using
a forged Power of Attorney to obtain a credit card in his partner's
name (alleging that his partner was dying of cancer, and, what, had a
dying wish of seeing Joe's hunting hobby properly financed?). Kolodziej
racked up over $13,000 in charges. Not even subtle.
On November 1, he was sentenced in Michigan’s Emmet County
Circuit
Court to between 42 months to 14 years in prison. And that was
going easy on him. By saving the taxpayers money on his trial,
Kolodziej was relieved of additional sentencing as an habitual
offender. The Petoskey News-Review says that Judge Charles W. Johnson
just about doubled the minimum sentence required. Seems having
already served almost four years as a guest of the state of Michigan
for a similar crime less than ten years ago should have taught
Kolodziej a lesson. Or the conviction for auto theft in Florida
in 1993. Or the grand larceny conviction in Erie County in
1988. Or that one night in the holding center in Buffalo that
seemed to tick him off so badly. It really makes you wonder how
cocky Joseph Raymond Kolodziej, or Joseph Raymone Kolodziej, or Joseph
Raymond Kilodziej, or Joseph Robert Kolodzieu, or Joseph R. Celli, or
J.R. Kolodzeij, or Joseph R. Kolodzeij, or Joe Smith, is going to be as
Prisoner Number 1638569L.
Here's another game you can
play! Go back through the article and see if you can find these
twenty characteristics of a sociopath!
1.
Glibness/superficial charm.
2. Grandiose sense of
self-worth.
3. Need for
stimulation/proneness to boredom
4. Pathological lying
5. Conning/manipulative
6. Lack of remorse or
guilt
7. Shallow affect
8. Callous/lack of
empathy
9. Parasitic lifestyle
10. Poor behavioral controls
11. Promiscuous sexual
behavior
12. Early behavior problems
13. Lack of realistic,
long-term plans
14. Impulsivity
15. Irresponsibility
16. Failure to accept
responsibility for own actions
17. Many short-term marital
relationships
18. Juvenile delinquency
19. Revocation of
conditional release
20. Criminal versatility
(Hare, 1986)
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