Lorenzo Quinteros, the radiohead

...And unexpectedly, one Monday like any other Monday, Lorenzo Quinteros started listening to the radio in his head, night and day.

In the morning, it was the RTPA, "Radiotelevisión del Principado de Asturias"

and in the afternoon, it was "Cadena Ser"

and in the evening, it was "Intereconomía"

and in the night! It was "Radio Clásica"!

and in the dawn? "Ràdio 4 Catalunya"!

All the time the radio sounding in his head non stop, to the point of the true true true true true insanity!


But where where where where where where the fuck this radio sound came from!
And why why why why why why the fuck it was in his head day and night!

God, it's unbearable!

It was completely completely completely completely completely unbearable for Lorenzo Quinteros, having people speaking of economy & politics night & day in his head

and without a clue

about

how

to

turn

it

out!


Immediately Lorenzo Quinteros ran to his doctor:

L. Quinteros:
"Doctor, the radio sounds in my head night and day non stop, please help me!"

the Doctor:
"Ha ha ha, my friend, but if you have a metal health, ha ha ha!"

L. Quinteros:
"For fucks sake! What part of I HEAR THE RADIO NIGHT AND DAY IN MY HEAD YOU DIDN'T UNDERSTAND!?"

the Doctor:
"Ha ha ha, my friend, ok, come next week, we'll take some radiographs, and we'll see what the radiographs have to tell us, ha ha ha, now go home, and drink a large plate of broth with abundant bread, and go to bed, ha ha ha."
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The meticulous and detailed radiographs couldn't find any visible anomaly in the Lorenzo Quinteros' brain, but...how to scrutinize a mind?

Eh? Eh?



Fed up of this crap Lorenzo Quinteros decided to visit another physician, who...didn't find any anomaly in his head

and another physician

and another

and another

and yet another one:

no one could discover the Lorenzo Quinteros' disease, and the mysterious reason why he heard the radio in his head, night and day

mysterious reason which already reached the realms of the supernatural: the prodigy, or the satanic miracle.


In his desperation Lorenzo Quinteros , who was an atheist, ran to visit a priest

first Catholic

then Protestant

then a Charismatic priest, a healer, "un cura carismático"

then, a priest from the Greek Orthodox Church

and from the Russian Orthodox Church, too

then a Jewish rabbi
then a Muslim imam


then a Buddhist leader
then a wild dervish
then a witch, the local witch of the town, a meiga

then a black wizard
then a white mage

then the ouidja
then a clairvoyant, a tarot woman

then visited a "medium" at the Escuela Científica Basilio

for fucks sake, then a Pai-de-santo of Umbanda


hopeless and completely tired, Lorenzo Quinteros killed himself renting a small aeroplane, and making it crash fatally against a slope of the Pyrenees.


Inexplicably, the plane didn't explode, just got a bit damaged, so the corpse of Lorenzo Quinteros could be found, in perfect conditions by a shepherd

the rustic, in his inhuman greed, didn't care about the corpse of Lorenzo Quinteros, just about his gold teeth (because Lorenzo Quinteros had 3 gold teeth, recently implanted), and extracted the valuable dental pieces without the least trace of shame or remorse, leaving the Lorenzo Quinteros corpse on that Pyrenean prairie.


Once at home, the shepherd left the gold teeth on the table, and went to the bathroom, to wash his filthy hands

from the little pieces of gold, the emission of Ràdio 4 Catalunya started to sound, as the air of the evening was getting filled with the heroic chords of John Parr's "St. Elmo's Fire".





Meanwhile, out there, you know, the world still turned, stupid.