Alex Carbo
@alexcarbo.bsky.social
Father of 2, fiancé of THE one. Firm believer that coffee tastes better in the woods.
Sometimes I write, but I never get it right.
Go Gators! 🐊⚡
Sometimes I write, but I never get it right.
Go Gators! 🐊⚡
"Money is like water. It always finds the lowest place."
@jordanharper.bsky.social
@jordanharper.bsky.social
December 4, 2025 at 3:19 PM
"Money is like water. It always finds the lowest place."
@jordanharper.bsky.social
@jordanharper.bsky.social
I am thoroughly enjoying Mobland. But I feel like Tom Hardy is receiving a lot of praise for looking like a stone for 10 hours
November 16, 2025 at 11:02 PM
I am thoroughly enjoying Mobland. But I feel like Tom Hardy is receiving a lot of praise for looking like a stone for 10 hours
“Do you know what you’d do if you lived in a world without no in it? That’s all this is. That’s the whole story. When you get the keys to the candy store, you eat what you want . One of my good-time buddies, he came up with that name—we’re the Kids in the Candy Store.”
November 15, 2025 at 11:17 PM
“Do you know what you’d do if you lived in a world without no in it? That’s all this is. That’s the whole story. When you get the keys to the candy store, you eat what you want . One of my good-time buddies, he came up with that name—we’re the Kids in the Candy Store.”
Rereading my own favorite novel right now, actually!
November 9, 2025 at 2:11 AM
Rereading my own favorite novel right now, actually!
“Only the middle ground of this wicked world mattered, the vast gap that stretched between, and those who were born with enough grit to brave it.”
November 9, 2025 at 2:10 AM
“Only the middle ground of this wicked world mattered, the vast gap that stretched between, and those who were born with enough grit to brave it.”
Hard to figure how so much awful horror could’ve started out with just them two horses and not a one yet named, both mindin their own business on that spring afternoon near the Tree Streets, nosin hay scraps at the back of Paddock A, ...
November 5, 2025 at 3:23 AM
Hard to figure how so much awful horror could’ve started out with just them two horses and not a one yet named, both mindin their own business on that spring afternoon near the Tree Streets, nosin hay scraps at the back of Paddock A, ...
October 26, 2025 at 6:34 PM
Right way to start the weekend!
ARC of L.A. noir master Jordan Harper
ARC of L.A. noir master Jordan Harper
October 10, 2025 at 7:49 PM
Right way to start the weekend!
ARC of L.A. noir master Jordan Harper
ARC of L.A. noir master Jordan Harper
Saturday morning done right!
October 4, 2025 at 12:16 PM
Saturday morning done right!
"Nailer used nails once on a man lying flat on the floor. Not a religious man – it was the brother who was the priest in the family – but Christ that was some crucifix."
October 2, 2025 at 3:42 AM
"Nailer used nails once on a man lying flat on the floor. Not a religious man – it was the brother who was the priest in the family – but Christ that was some crucifix."
First hundred words of WHAT DROWNS IN THE DARK have been written today. Lets see if I can keep 'em coming
$2.3 million vanishes from an Irish crime family's high-stakes poker game, bartender Declan Murphy becomes the reluctant confessor as each suspect seeks absolution at his pub.
$2.3 million vanishes from an Irish crime family's high-stakes poker game, bartender Declan Murphy becomes the reluctant confessor as each suspect seeks absolution at his pub.
August 30, 2025 at 12:00 AM
First hundred words of WHAT DROWNS IN THE DARK have been written today. Lets see if I can keep 'em coming
$2.3 million vanishes from an Irish crime family's high-stakes poker game, bartender Declan Murphy becomes the reluctant confessor as each suspect seeks absolution at his pub.
$2.3 million vanishes from an Irish crime family's high-stakes poker game, bartender Declan Murphy becomes the reluctant confessor as each suspect seeks absolution at his pub.
I once exchanged emails with Eli Cranor where we discussed writing and high school football. He told me "Nothing tears a small town apart faster than football or a tornado."
Ill always remember that line.
Ill always remember that line.
August 9, 2025 at 1:26 AM
I once exchanged emails with Eli Cranor where we discussed writing and high school football. He told me "Nothing tears a small town apart faster than football or a tornado."
Ill always remember that line.
Ill always remember that line.
"There's no sincerity like a woman telling a lie"
July 31, 2025 at 12:08 PM
"There's no sincerity like a woman telling a lie"
"It felt awful, having the fancy french café packed with snowbirds voicing their petty culinary frustrations with the staff, while across the street at Meg O’Malley’s local patrons spent their unemployment checks on eighteen-cent Parliament bean soup and two-for-one beers , searching for a bottom."
July 11, 2025 at 3:49 PM
"It felt awful, having the fancy french café packed with snowbirds voicing their petty culinary frustrations with the staff, while across the street at Meg O’Malley’s local patrons spent their unemployment checks on eighteen-cent Parliament bean soup and two-for-one beers , searching for a bottom."
"Some people are little Chernobyls, shimmering with silent, spreading poison: get anywhere near them and every breath you take will wreck you from the inside out."
June 25, 2025 at 11:13 PM
"Some people are little Chernobyls, shimmering with silent, spreading poison: get anywhere near them and every breath you take will wreck you from the inside out."
“I guess I feel responsible for them. That’s the deal—they got my back, I got theirs.
”And here it was again: that stubborn brand of loyalty they taught in small towns everywhere, alongside kickball and active shooter drills.
”And here it was again: that stubborn brand of loyalty they taught in small towns everywhere, alongside kickball and active shooter drills.
June 15, 2025 at 11:03 AM
“I guess I feel responsible for them. That’s the deal—they got my back, I got theirs.
”And here it was again: that stubborn brand of loyalty they taught in small towns everywhere, alongside kickball and active shooter drills.
”And here it was again: that stubborn brand of loyalty they taught in small towns everywhere, alongside kickball and active shooter drills.
More poets in crime fiction, please! ⚡
"Beyond plant nurseries and ramshackle houses, over train tracks with a busted signal, they continued into the palmetto-tufted pinewoods of Palm Bay, their home."
"Beyond plant nurseries and ramshackle houses, over train tracks with a busted signal, they continued into the palmetto-tufted pinewoods of Palm Bay, their home."
June 1, 2025 at 2:39 PM
More poets in crime fiction, please! ⚡
"Beyond plant nurseries and ramshackle houses, over train tracks with a busted signal, they continued into the palmetto-tufted pinewoods of Palm Bay, their home."
"Beyond plant nurseries and ramshackle houses, over train tracks with a busted signal, they continued into the palmetto-tufted pinewoods of Palm Bay, their home."
Alright, Joe. Count me in on this one. Hooked with the first line, I am!
"In the blue dark of morning, Cueball arrived at Eddy’s doorstep with a cube of hash seasoned with cherry tobacco and wrapped in aluminum."
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"In the blue dark of morning, Cueball arrived at Eddy’s doorstep with a cube of hash seasoned with cherry tobacco and wrapped in aluminum."
@joepan.bsky.social
May 28, 2025 at 1:03 AM
Alright, Joe. Count me in on this one. Hooked with the first line, I am!
"In the blue dark of morning, Cueball arrived at Eddy’s doorstep with a cube of hash seasoned with cherry tobacco and wrapped in aluminum."
@joepan.bsky.social
"In the blue dark of morning, Cueball arrived at Eddy’s doorstep with a cube of hash seasoned with cherry tobacco and wrapped in aluminum."
@joepan.bsky.social
Well... F*CK YEAH!
I never win anything!
I never win anything!
May 20, 2025 at 6:12 PM
Well... F*CK YEAH!
I never win anything!
I never win anything!
You won’t believe what women can do. These women—their mistake was in thinking they burned with their own unique rage. Something deeper, darker than what the rest of us feel. Let me tell you—inside we all rage the same. It’s how we let it out that differs.
May 16, 2025 at 3:23 AM
You won’t believe what women can do. These women—their mistake was in thinking they burned with their own unique rage. Something deeper, darker than what the rest of us feel. Let me tell you—inside we all rage the same. It’s how we let it out that differs.
"His blood bubbled out of his mouth with every breath. He wouldn't be taking many more. I knew that, but he didn't, and therefore I looked down into the great pity of a person's life on this earth.
May 8, 2025 at 12:43 AM
"His blood bubbled out of his mouth with every breath. He wouldn't be taking many more. I knew that, but he didn't, and therefore I looked down into the great pity of a person's life on this earth.
Finding moments of transcendent beauty and spiritual clarity in otherwise bleak circumstances.
Denis Johnson is on another level.
Denis Johnson is on another level.
May 3, 2025 at 12:27 PM
Finding moments of transcendent beauty and spiritual clarity in otherwise bleak circumstances.
Denis Johnson is on another level.
Denis Johnson is on another level.
"I was no one, doing a nothing job a hundred miles up the asshole of nowhere."
May 3, 2025 at 1:33 AM
"I was no one, doing a nothing job a hundred miles up the asshole of nowhere."
The old saying about what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger is a nice sentiment, but it isn’t true, not on 117. Out in the desert what doesn’t kill you just pisses you off and will probably kill you the next time.
April 29, 2025 at 8:56 PM
The old saying about what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger is a nice sentiment, but it isn’t true, not on 117. Out in the desert what doesn’t kill you just pisses you off and will probably kill you the next time.
"When we mortals pray for a miracle and get one, why do we always assume it came from God? Strings. That’s why. We think there are no strings attached to a miracle from God. But God has more strings than the devil. The devil at least tells you up front what the strings are."
April 28, 2025 at 11:32 PM
"When we mortals pray for a miracle and get one, why do we always assume it came from God? Strings. That’s why. We think there are no strings attached to a miracle from God. But God has more strings than the devil. The devil at least tells you up front what the strings are."