Remember when this whole recession thing started, and you and all your friends were like, "What will happen now? Will we subsist off cans o’ beans? Will train-hopping and hobo-life come back in full force? What will all the cool kids with no real skills do now that no one can afford to splash out on paintings of their friends with moustaches?" Well, luckily, Vice Magazine answered your questions for you. Not sure how you’re going to make money in the next four months? Tattoo ‘I Love Beards’ on your back, and become a grifter!

This girl is fascinating. Her name is Kari Ferrell (…probably.) and the internet is already sick of her. She’s wanted in Utah for forgery, bad checks, and retail theft, and she has a knack for faking pregnancies to score abortion cash, and faking cancer to get out of work. Vice hired her as a receptionist, and she worked there for a week before a co-worker she was flirting with googled her ass and found all her warrants. Now, she’s become a veritable Brooklyn character-sightings are blogged to death within minutes of her being noticed. She leaves a trail of dirty messages ("I want to give you a handjob with my mouth") and scrawled-on matchbooks in her wake. So the question is, what are the chances this is all just some giant performance-art piece for the ages? And why should Brooklyn be so lucky? The way I see it, Toronto needs it’s own grifter girl. Naturally, as a Canadian, her crimes will be less severe and her tattoos altered to read ‘I love mullets AND beards," but she will embrace the bizarre, slightly trashy, all confusing spirit of this tiny maniac with nothing to lose. Maybe this thing will hit it big, and gangs of grifters will be roaming North America’s urban centres, assymetrical haircuts hiding the criminal spark in their eyes.