I don’t usually post on sites such as this, but the story really piqued my curiosity for some reason. That area where his phone last pinged looks pretty janky, and the kind of place where things might happen. I wonder what drew him there, as he must had known he was off track earlier and should had asked a passerby for directions back to his hotel.
I ended up pretty drunk myself at that age, and never became so dissociated that my safety was in danger. And I started drinking and partying at 13 or so. And I agree with another poster about not blaming the bar or his friends. He is old enough to be a rookie fighter pilot in the Air Force. Heck, I was living on my own in Skid Row Seattle at age 17, renting a room in a flophouse.
I am hoping that there is a good resolution to this, and I feel for his family. Possibly the reality of bar hopping is not as glamorous as they make it out to be?