"We all went to college at Florida State University together. Well, some of us went to the community college, some lied about going to school at all, and one was our weed dealer."
-Henry Zebrowski in Paste magazines's oral history of the NYC-based sketch group Murderfist.
It was inevitable that a city so saturated with comedians would stumble onto a storyline so unexpected from their jaded ironies and hipster quips. New York is in the middle of its own romcom and, true to form, the object of its affection is the very thing it always swore it hated: Los Angeles. But if New York is all about the bookish grad-schooly dry wit of, say, Jon Stewart and LA quintessence is the vain bubblegum blather of a Kardashian, then what kind of drama unfolds when the two lock eyes? Turns out: none.
This is not drama. Drama has mystery and tension, and what’s going on with [...]