I went to Phillips Academy (Andover) in the same class as JFK Jr.
One night (would’ve been in the Spring of 1979), a guy knocked on my dorm room door. Said he was looking for his cousin John Kennedy. I didn’t really believe him, but I pointed him in the right direction.
The guy was bombed, stinking drunk. Could smell him from 6 feet away.
That’s him on the left.
Sounds right. Meanwhile let’s hear it for Ted Sr who hasn’t had a drink in 5 years!