Is there a twelve step program for people who are addicted to blond teenage model/musicians? I only ask because I seem to have developed a serious, shall we say fascination, with Mr. Lucky Blue Smith. It's not like I'm planning to sell all my belongings and move to the west coast so I can follow him around or anything- I mean, that would be wack-a-doodle- but I do find myself googling his name a couple of times a day, and that can only lead to heartbreak. Well, they say the the first step is admitting you have a problem...