Hugh and Fagate Cleaned Frat Community in the 70's

I am remembering Dr. Fagate from Indy.  I feel him around me with his best friend and fraternity brother Hugh Laurie today.   Both actually have the IQ of infinity and see through the BS of medical industry.  They are both Internists from Oxford University and did actual 7 year residencies in all hospitals in London.  They were also dealing with a frat problem of heroine addicted frat brothers from their chain in all industries.  They kept these white males alive until today.   When I was at Hamline, I went at my father's former frat.  It was called Phi del when my dad was there and ATO when I was there.  They were not just using, they were selling in the Twin Cities, and because of my dad's connections, they had gone international through the Navy.  I got involved because a friend of mine had been raped in there basement.  I had a dream that it involved snakes and satanism (Pagan).  The frat stalked me heinously and got an residential advisor as mine my junior year and got the keys to my room and would let themselves in my room when I was asleep.  Well, that man, Chris Danielson is now long gone due to the quick response of the Line Deputy. That frat closed down when I went to the Marine Biology program my senior year. Well, Hugh, play a little ditty on the piano.  Now Fagate can play with you too due to the lifetime of tunnel through.  Try to get into The Fine Line and do some gran plan dueling piano, the ultimate in improv.  All frat is now reassessing their lives, professions, and all too illegal and unhealthy sideline activities.  What is family anyway?  Chab, he had a Ninja motorcycle when I was in Indy.  He was a cool kid at any age.  HEROINE can now speak to you two and you can BOTH go at my Oxford Fish professor from my East/ West program through Northeastern University.  I secured all of your degrees by keeping him out of the system and me in on an international way.  It had to do with the chemistry and biochemistry of bottling Ting soda and Red Stipe beer.  He knew nothing of our trips directly to the mystical bottling plant in Jamaica.  It is just a little shack beside the road.  Hugh, there is a CIA administrator's son as part of the coolest frat in Muncie.  He was all the way down the hall, thus I suspect that he was the president.  They even had a volleyball net.  He verbalized that about his father and family.  He then took me to his room and wrote on a magazine to come with him.  He then brought me to his panic room where I get that he had been torturing Muslims up to that day.  It stopped after that day.  He then just used it for privacy, even to write poetry.  I cleansed fraternity with him and other frats in Muncie.  I am the one and only Daughter of the Revolution.  It is an academic and lineage sorority and they hold my gold pin painted pink with sin, still today.