I haven't anything too bright to say about this episode--it was entertaining enough, I suppose, in a generic sort of way. One of my problems with "twin" stories of this nature is how unrealistically the twins have to act in order for the plot to work. I've known several sets of twins--in fact, I teach two identical-twin boys now--and my finding is that they almost always go out of their way to look as unlike each other as possible. Dramatic differences in hairstyles (and colors). Totally contrasting fashion senses. One might even get a tattoo. Twins rarely *like* being mistaken for each other--especially, I would imagine, when one's twin is a ne'er-do-well, as in this tale.

I did like the twist, however, regarding the "good" twin--turns out that nobody was much good here....

Listening to this story reminded me of something I'd forgotten for years: that when I was young my voice was exactly like my brother's--on the phone, at least. When his girlfriends would call (he was the elder sibling) and I would answer, they would often start right in on a conversation, thinking I was my brother.

I had a little fun with this a couple of times, but never took it to the kinds of extremes one can easily imagine!

(By the way, as much as he wanted to, my brother was never able to turn the tables on me. I was too young to have begun dating yet, and by the time I started, my voice had changed and the fun was over. Thank goodness for adolescence!)

I've long thought there is a kernel for a good short story in all this, but I've never figured out how it would work.

By the way, one of the original, and greatest, of all "dark twin" stories is "William Wilson," by, of course...Edgar Allan Poe.