Today, Chris Pine is dressed as Man Who Walks Out Onto His Lawn, Bends Over To Collect Rolled-Up Newspaper, Stretches, Waves to the Neighbor Who Is Pushing a Mower Around His Grass, Flips a Shiny Quarter at The Kid Biking Past on Training Wheels and Winks At Him Not To Spend It All in One Place, Then Sits On His Porch Swing Drinking Coffee and Reading the Paper and Smoking. Who will he be tomorrow?!? Chris Pine contains so many multitudes that I think even Chris Pine has lost track.
