I called a couple of other lawyers and explained my problem: I wanted to sue the County Sheriff, and to further defend myself from my current charges. After a few “No, thanks” I got a nibble.
“Good morning, Generic Lawyer speaking.”
“Yes, Mr.Lawyer, my name is Justin Marlin. I’m looking to change attorneys from a case I have. I was arrested, and I have 3 misdemeanors in litigation, but I’d like to countersue the Sheriff’s Deputies for Excessive Use of Force. My current attorney doesn’t think I have a good countersuit, and he invited me to call around and find someone else. Are you interested? Or can you refer me to anyone else?”
“I might have a name,” he said, pensively, “who’s your current attorney?”
“[redacted] McMurphree” I replied.
“McMurphree’s a good man,” he said “but yeah, he’s not a guy to go after the Sheriff. I’m going to call him and let him know that you called. That’s just a common courtesy. But I can give you a name: James Phycks. We call him Jimmie Fix, or Mr. Fix.”
“James Fix?” I asked, somewhat incredulous.
“It’s spelled P-H-Y-C-K-S, but pronounced ‘Fix’. He’s a Civil Rights Attorney. He might take your case. He’s hungry. He’s good. He might take on the Sheriff.”
“Thank you. I’ll look him up. Is he with a firm? Do you have his contact number? Or website?”
“He has his own office. He works alone. Let me see if I have his number. Here it is: blah blah blah.”
“Thank you.”
“Good luck to you. You’re welcome.”
Shocked in the Suburbs 