And twins!

When you kick me, he doesn't feel it. And I can't tell you what he's thinking. But if you put us on the same team playing Cranium or Pictionary, we'll probably kick your ass.

A lot of friends and acquaintances don't know that I have a twin brother. They might read the mag, see me at the store, or run into me at shows. So far, so good. Then they spot me with him and they're like, "Wow, you never told me!"

It's funny. When we were kids, everyone thought of us as "the twins." They never thought of us as individuals. Now it's the opposite.

Here's a pic that our friend Doug took last week. These days it's pretty easy to tell us apart. He has bigger shoulders and a darker tan than I do because he lives in San Diego and surfs a lot. He and his wife also have a beautiful daughter, Saoirse, who is often grabbing at his legs.

So we don't have magic twin powers and it's easy to tell us apart. But he and I still see eye to eye on just about everything. And when he and I are hanging out with Eric or other close friends of mine, Greg can slip right in and click so easily. Awesome.

It's been my experience that twins either totally love or hate each other. I'm glad we're the former. So is our mom, who says that she could just leave us alone as little kids.