Cack
is Blowin Smoke!
'I was shocked... took a nap, and when I woke up, the cambro and pans were on the pourch.'
That would be a coma, I agree.
Miss the old days. When I was growing up (early 1960's), it was still safe enough to fall asleep on your front porch: many had couches out there.
Now a days, you'd wake up to a gun or knife in your back.
I'm not sure you'd wake up at all
My dad (born in 60) likes to tell the story of going to the beach (Myrtle Beach is about a 4-5 hour drive from Gville SC) in the back of a pick up truck in a lazy boy ... nothing tied down. Nowadays, everybody under the moon would get a ticket from it.