I was in grad school at UVa when this creep was in law school there.
Could. Not. Be. A. Bigger. Azzhole.
He stayed drunk for three years. One night, he drove drunk into a lady’s yard and got stuck in her garden. Granted, there was a party nearby, but I watched him spin doughnuts in her garden, ruining everything. He was the only one who thought the vandalism was funny. Everyone else thought he was beyond hope. Of course, nothing every came to light about the incident.
The general rule of thumb for those three years was “leave immediately if Bobby Jr. shows up”.
Yuk.
I worked for a contractor from Framingham, Mass, at the time the founders family still was active in the day to day operations and I became friendly with on of the grandsons.
He told us over dinner one night, as teenagers his fathers rule number one was “if any Kennedy’s show up, leave at once”. I asked the reason, he answered, “if anything bad happened, they would try to make you take the fall, and with them around a lot of bad happened.”