"Nice hawk."
He was the roundest man I've ever seen, but not necessarily big. His head and shoulders drooped over a belly like basketball as he struggled to light a cigarette. He was so drunk his eyeballs were practically falling out.
He wore an odd assortment of clothes - baggy cargo pants and sneakers, a flannel shirt, horn-rimmed glasses, all things that put me in mind of the phrase "weird nerdy dad". When I thanked him for the compliment, he opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, then just shrugged.
