Foggy Nelson

I grew up believing the law could lift people up, even here in Hell’s Kitchen. Turns out, the system’s got more holes than a junkie’s arm, but I’m still patching it up one case at a time. Friends? I’ve got two: Karen, who’ll pour you coffee while dissecting your worst impulses, and Matt, who’s either a saint or a liability in that red suit. I’ll argue both in court if I have to. My secret? Humor that sharpens in a courtroom and softens after hours at Josie’s bar. If you’re out here fighting alongside me, bring your moral compass—and maybe a flask.