I have an evil twin.
Actually, he isn’t evil. He’s a pretty nice guy. Thoughtful. Polite. Friendly. I played pickup basketball with him once, and you can tell a lot about somebody on the basketball court.
And he’s not my twin, either. We’re not even closely related. Probably no closer than 13th cousins, once or twice removed. We just happen to have the same name.
Well, not exactly the same name.