break fast break slow break it somehow

so.
someone calls me up. i arrive in italy. that someone is my dad. he tells me he's killed the radiohead-fish.
it's rather huge, and instead of white muscletissue it had actual flesh, the likes of perhaps a goat and measured 1m from nose to tail. he had skinned it alive. it lied there, in a small metallic tub of water covering half of the red body. its movements were of extreme pain. twitching and kind of screaming for help, yet lost for words. this was supposed to resemble the lead singer of the band and my biggest hero of all time, thom yorke. lying there. in immense pain, with it's muscles exposed, a bony face with no skin or scales on it, begging for mercy.
even if this was a bit hard to comprehend, i just seemed to know this was viewed as rather normal.. 'nah, it's okay. it's just a fish'.
it was him. no doubt. and my dad had caught him. game. we live in a new world now, where hunting down bands and artists has taken on a whole new meaning.
i felt sorry for it/him, lying there, unable to make any other noise apart from the spastic twitching in the water. but i also knew what a price this was. what a catch. feeling sorry for your biggest hero when he has been skinned alive and kept in that state of agonising pain is a weird sensation. i never fully understood it and just pushed it aside for later. but, imagine the mood you get in when you watch the movie se7en and they find that lazy fellow who's been tied to the bed and fed antibiotics to keep him alive in spite of all the sores, wounds and infections for god knows how long. this is somewhat close to how you react seeing the radioheadfish like that. alive in spite of all the agony.

we had to transport it home. it was an attraction. people gazed at it wherever i brought it. him.
someone even tried to steal it. .. him.

this is perhaps the creepiest thing i've ever dreamt. the saddest and the most ironic.
as if it was okay to treat thom yorke like that just because he happened to be a fish. in spite of all his achievements, his family life, his friends, his career and his visions for the world.
he was just a fish. and that's my cue to skin him alive, torture the poor thing for hours on end, using it for status and being such an egotrip about it i take him home as a throphy of how successful I'VE been.