The Hipster Grifter
Meet kari Ferrell: Criminally Hipster
Oh, Crazy Kari
The NY Observer wrote an article about the girl that sublet my apartment while I was on my road trip across the country. When I got back she moved into our storage closet and then we found out about all her shit right after the Super Bowl and kicked her out.
A couple little details from the Bergen Street part of the story:
-She was late on rent a couple of times and the first time she went to the landlord instead of my roommate on the lease. That caused problems.
-She skipped out on a cab at 4 in the morning and the cabby buzzed every apartment in the building looking for her. She got on the intercom at one point and told him that “no one had ordered a cab.”
-She skipped out on a Thai food bill and the delivery boy came looking for her about five times. We now get a deal there though. Thanks Jimmy!
-One night my phone was dead and I got home at 3 in the morning. She’d called and when I didn’t answer assumed I wasn’t coming home and so I found her and her boyfriend Bobby sleeping in my bed.
She was really nice and fun and all sorts of shit, but she’s crazy. What’re you gonna do? We called the SLCPD and they told us to get rid of her and then we called the NYPD and they were like, “Call us when she kills somebody.” The system (doesn’t) work!
