I haven’t met him, but I’d wager that, by day, Dominick “Crooked I” Wickliffe is one of the most pleasant people you could ever meet. My reasoning? Only an exceptionally good-natured individual would feel the urge to invent a split personality as vicious as the Long Beach mainstay’s porcine-pussed, gun-toting alter-ego. On unreleased cut … Read More