I hurried from my car ran up the stairs to my apartment 602 A. I threw my car keys in the bowl by the door and placed the brown paper bag on the dinning room table. What was I thinking? I reached for a glass and filled it up, and drank it. I waited for my head to clear. What was I thinking? The smile of realization cross my face. It had to be stress or a lack of sleep. Yeah, that is what it was a lack of sleep. I went to the table be pulled out the only item in the bag. I set the 29 once can of Del Monte peaches on the table. I knocked on the top. Was I cracking up? I pulled out my phone to make an appointment with a therapist when the can knocked back.