A day in the life of Smokey Jane....

Lately, I have been sorta down in the dumps and I don't know why.

People....they have good intentions.

But, why...OH WHY is their favorite pick-me-up standard along the lines of...

"Cheer up! Your only sad because you want to be!"

Well, no offense...but fuck you, Buddy.

If I wanted to be sad, I wouldn't have to figure out when my next shot of tequila would come from. I would simply put one right in my brain and be done with it.

I am Smokey Jane.

I am a self-medicating manic-depressive schizophrenic supermodel born in Los Angeles, the land of lost angels.

I know its difficult to understand how I could feel the way I feel.

Hell, I don't either. But, that is why I am writing this blog...for all the other beautiful souls suffering from manic-depression like me.

And lemme tell ya....its a whole lot more underneath than what is on the surface. So, when someone reaches out..please don't turn your back. It might be the last time you do.

Feel me?

I am trying so very hard not to go down the path of Donny Hathaway, but I sure a do understand what he was going through.