LLamer, you’re right, it was Malcolm X’s autobiography where I read it.
Re: nutmeg and hallucinogens. Always consult the master first!
We learned about this in pharmacy school. It depends on what kind of nutmeg, how it’s processed, etc.
My SO ate several TBSP-ful when he was in 10th grade, and ended up puking his guts out for several hours. Makes me laugh every time I drink egg-nog.
It’ll get you high, but you’ll wish you weren’t because it’s usually extremely unpleasant and causes liver damage.
Just get some blotters for god’s sake 
— G. Raven
Oh my goodness, no. That’s ILLEGAL 
jarbaby
Golly, this takes me back.
In college (where else?) somebody allowed as to how nutmeg will do just what was postulated in the OP.
We we were bored, we were fairly broke, we were in the mood to experiment, we were at an all-girls’ school. (You tend to get more creative in devising your diversions at single-sex institutions.) Four of us marched down to the local grocery store in search of nutmeg.
I decided that whole nutmegs would be fresher and therefore contain more of whatever hallucinogen the stuff was purported to contain, so that’s what we bought. We took it back to the dorm and spent a highly-anticipatory twenty minutes or so trying to grind a whole nutmeg. Whole nutmegs are really hard, but we managed to get enough particles through a combination of scraping and smashing.
We dutifully loaded up my friend’s bowl with our scrapings, ignited it, passed it around, and most definitely (sorry Bill) inhaled.
We waited, giggling nervously, certain of imminent psychotropic delights.
In about fifteen minutes we got blinding headaches. One of us (I won’t say who) puked.
I spent the remainder of the afternoon in bed, nursing a cup of weak tea, swearing off drugs til at least the end of the week.
We went back to giving each other massages when we were bored and broke. At least nobody puked that way.
There’s a story along the same lines about banana peels, but that’s for another thread…
Naughty Naughty Nutmeg would be a great grrl-band name.
As a matter of fact I’ve been singing it as a song lately. To the tune of “I Wanna Be A Flintstone” by some early ninties alternative weird band…
Naughty Naughty Nutmeg…and then I launch right into my Madonna version of Sua Sponte…Sponte Sponte…
jarbaby