Vincent was a slave to late night television. It was the self improvement advertisements that did it. The TV told him about all of the broken things in his life. It said that he needed a flatter stomach, a whiter smile and a timeshare in Florida. There were so many things that Vincent needed to fix. Sometimes he even wished he was bald just so he could try out that scalp camouflaging spray.
One time he decided that his sex life needed improvement so he bought a bottle of one hundred percent herbal pills and an instructional video that resulted in him walking around his flat with a longer, harder erection and nowhere to put it. He spent the rest of the night in bed, on his back, distracting himself by counting the cracks in his ceiling. From where Vincent lay it seemed that some things were harder to fix than others, and suddenly, that some just weren't worth fixing at all.