Sloane had started her period, and had not gotten her beaver waxed in over one year. She didn't shower regularily, and what became of her pubic hair was a bloody mess, clots of blood and hair. Her downstairs was more like a bearded axe wound than anything female.
A meaningless, unimpressive, self-serving introduction. An indicator that the story about to be shared will be pointless and dumb.
Back when I lived in upstate new york, I also had to park on the street - on two occasions, we got enough snow, mixed with just the right plowing, that my car was lifted off the ground from so much snow being jammed underneath it.