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To: username who wrote (8509)	3/4/1998 9:46:00 PM
From: Rambi	Respond to of 71178

Introduction to Other Son: You have met Ammo. But I don't think you've been introduced to CW. I was going to type a funny story about him when I realized I hadn't seen him since his 17th birthday when, with a Coke, the phone, and a bag of chips, he ascended the stairs to his room, closed the door, and was never seen again. Well-that's perhaps a bit of an exaggeration. He still goes to school, pausing on his way through the breakfast room to grab some food from his plate which I leave out, sort of like the cat dish. He e-mails me from upstairs to ask for money to be left on the counter and his dirty clothes erupt into the hall weekly, demanding attention. But his features slowly faded in our memories until we received a rare visit from him a couple of nights ago. When I finished screaming that there was a strange man in the bedroom and realized who he was, he said he couldn't walk on his heels and needed immediate medical attention. Now he started running track two weeks ago, so we immediately connected the two life events, and I called a sports clinic. Today we met Dr. Taylor, who looks a lot like Sinbad and has a wonderful voice. He took CW off for x-rays and then CW came back and got on the table again, obviously peeved at someone. "They didn't protect me," he said. "What?" "You know, they didn't protect ME. You know! They're supposed to protect me. I'm a virile male. I'm entering my reproductive years." "Oh," I said. "Right. Well, if you don't have children, we'll sue." He nodded. "Sue them for a lot. My genes are the culmination of evolution." He was serious. And that is my CW.