The Quiet, Curious Return of Quaaludes

It was in Canada, on an evening in late December, when a psychonaut friend of mine—let’s call him “Jamie”—said with a mischievous smile: “Hey man, look what I’ve got.” From his rucksack he pulled three airtight packages of capsules, each filled with white powder. “It’s the second coming of the ‘ludes,’” Jamie declared.  I read…