I guess he already knows all of this

A nice day, and nothing particular on my mind
Shady patio, cool beer, company
She walked outside to take a smoke break and somehow conversation turned
to how long she'd been bartending

"Not long, but I'm an alcoholic," she joked
going on to say that she didn't even know
what made up a buttery nipple
"Me either, I had one that was hot once, and I almost puked."
"I almost puked last night because of a story that was told."
She smiled and paused and asked me if I'd like to hear it.
Of course I said I would

"Well, I was at the Nick last night, with Sienna*,
she used to work here, she got fired and that's how I got the job,
and her husband Kyle* is a psycho,"
"Wait, Kyle* D-----?"
"Yeah, you know him?"
"Yeah, he and I got into a verbal argument here, actually. He berated me for about ten minutes. He sucks."
"Yeah, well apparently he was out drinking at...oh, what's the place? T.C's? And he picked a fight with this drunk guy, and when he went to swing, the drunk guy just bit his hand, and bit his finger right off."

My jaw dropped, my eyes, I'm sure, were as big as plates
"That's Jesse! That's my ex-boyfriend!"
"Yeah, he recently passed away?"
"Yep. Wow, what a small, small universe."

I drove home, still laughing about the story
Laughing about the chances of it all happening
but then I got sad, wanted to call Jesse, wanted to give him a high five
buy him a beer, talk about what a douche bag Kyle* D---- is.

Instead, I sat outside by myself
holding the mail in my lap
content not reading it, but pretending to
while I tried desperately to talk to Jesse.