I know who Tiny is. I've been Tiny. Lured to the Big City in the hopes of finding some collectible, or as in his case, REPLACING an old collectible, lost since childhood but still holding some kind of nostalgic power over me. If you're one of my readers, you've probably been there. But do we really want to BE Tiny? Does owning that elusive toy really make us happy? For how long? And you were like Tiny, a bit of an ape about it, perhaps grabbing it from someone else's hands, or blowing cash you were supposed to use responsibly, was it worth it?