I'm working on a quasi-dark humor story that deals guns and robberies and a father at the near breaking point.

I only have a few lines...is it something I should work on?

Wayward Spiraling

On June 10th, I bought a 3-D printer.
Because on June 3rd, my daughter was accepted into a school that had more zeroes in the tuition than my paycheck had in two years’ time.
Loans? I never recovered from my own student loans.
Hers? My brother had siphoned her credit and I went through proverbial legal Hell to try and repair.
Our credit report still looked like someone had taken a shotgun to them.
Ed McMahon was dead, and our state didn’t have a lottery.
The thought of counterfeiting money did come to mind; but I didn’t have the right ink, printer or paper.
I had the plans for printed gun
I also knew a few places to go…and that yesterday.

(Music inspiration: Twisted Sister)