After a career of Dog Day Afternoons and Carlito's Ways you're allowed to do fun fluff like Ocean's 13, and you're most certainly allowed a haphazard shave that leaves behind dozens of stray grays. Even donning a damn fine suit, though always appreciated, is unnecessary. The only thing people can reasonably expect out of you these days is a performance of muted eccentricity and gesturing, punctuated with some abrupt yelling. Aside from that, all bets are off. You've earned it.

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