Hi, my name is Ron Cunningham. And I am a victim of CNS.
Crick Neck Syndrome.
CNS most commonly occurs when a built-low-to-the-ground GNV denizen like myself is set loose to wander around a large metropolis.
One with…well…towering towers of glass and steel. Like San Francisco’s Financial District.
I simply can’t help myself.
My head pops skyward like I was some demented bobble doll.
And it stays that way until, inevitably, the heartbreak of CNS sets in.
And don’t even get me started on my flirtation with TGS.
Terminal Gawking Syndrome.
Symptoms of which commonly include the sudden appearance of hallucinogenic colors and strange floating shapes before my strained eyes.
It drives my wife crazy. Says it makes me look like some rube tourist fresh off the farm.
But listen! Some may look skyward and wonder what ever happened to the sun up there.
Not me. I look skyward and see shapes within shapes. Reflections within reflections. Visions within visions.
Something tells me we’re not in GNV anymore Toto.
We need to get out of here before I succumb to TGS.
Or maybe something more pedestrian.
Like wander blindly into the street to be mowed down by a robo-taxi suffering from CNS.
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