i've actually been very close with my evil twin for years and years. we have the same name, and are identical in every single way. i first met him at a party freshman year of high school, and after many drinks, he slapped me in the face and took over my life.
so, my life reads out like a danielle steele novel, so what?
Since that party in the colds of maine long a go, my evil twinny visits me everyday, but always after i smoke a bowl or i start in with the booze. he's there, forcing me out of my own life, only to unleash terror as me... the real me.
whichever one that is, anyway.