There was a period in my life when I couldn’t get to sleep. My mom had a real drug doctor who was okay with prescribing them to an older teen, so I got everything, and nothing worked. Well…some of the stuff would put me to sleep, all right, but one of the problems I had with not being able to go to sleep was, when I did get to sleep, I tended to sleep through any number of alarms. So most of the pills I took made me wake up groggy–and late. I do remember my first encounter with a sleeping pill. I took it, brushed my teeth, and just barely made it to bed before I zoned out. (This was one from my mother’s prescription, before she sent me to her very obliging drug dr.)
Quaaludes, which I got toward the end of all this (before I just gave up and started staying up until I felt sleepy), were different. They knocked me right out, but I woke up alert (well, for me).
Unfortunately, they worked even better as barter. My roommate would clean her half of the place and mine too for a 'lude. My friends would do all sorts of errands for me. It was amazing to me that what they did was take the pill and stay up. How could anyone stay up? What was fun about that? I tried it once, and my conclusion was that I might as well get drunk, I had more fun.
One of my friends got seriously addicted to the things. He’d take one in the morning (!), another one at noon, and a couple more when he got off work. He would do anything for them. We were old friends who were drifting apart when I got my prescription, and suddenly the friendship got recharged, in fact, did I want to get married? He thought it was a total waste that what I wanted to do was take the pill, go to sleep, and wake up refreshed like a normal person.