I am at a creaky lectern in front of a crowd of fidgeting guys wearing see-through earphones and bad ties, their heavily made-up faces hidden as they hang their heads in shame and prurient interest.
"Hi," I finally say, clearing my throat several times before I can resume. "My name is Keith, and I'm... I'm... I'm a recovering political-talk-show host."
"Hi, Keith," my fellow members say, but not in unison. All of them overlap, just like on their shows.
"It's been one month and 20 days since my last show," I say. "It's been so long they've already replaced...
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