Started watching 17 Girls on Netflix today. The French film is loosely based on the Glouscester High School pregnancy pact. Didn’t finish it, though. Not because it was dull, my mind and heart weren’t into watching anything. A depression has seeded itself deep within my metaphorical soul. My imagination, however, has been hyper active. I started thinking about a piece I started years ago. And like most pieces I started years ago, this one never made it past the skeleton stage. I’m not even sure if I still have it. The working title was “Damaged Little Fuckers.” I didn’t intend to write a young adult story, but possibility is there. The original idea told a story of a teenage boy who falls in love…