No way of persuading me

Tina can't exist. That is the only truth that matters. You can like my films; you can hate my films, but they're what I'm making at the moment. Nobody's holding a gun to your head telling you to watch them, and if the PM is trying to spin that whole Whakamana thing as proof of stalking Chloe, I think he's sorely mistaken. Didn't bring a camera up for that trip. Brought my guitar, brought my journal, brought my laptop. Gary told me about the party on the way up, and mentioned it several times, so I got the sense that we were supposed to go to that. But I ran into lots of people. Chloe was hardly the only person that I hadn't seen in ages. - I didn't get the vibe that any of the people inside were secretly calling the cops. Basically felt like I'd been dragged there the same way that Lucinda dragged me to Tory's hate hui. That's what I meant in my monologue. So their little stunt went on for an hour or so, then I hung around to eat more food, but eventually caught up with the guys again before playing some tunes outside the Hemp Store. It wasn't a private party, but I'd also add that their security people let me in. It was definitely a positive vibe compared to Tory's evening, but I'd say that Chloe's sadistic side shone through in the preceding days: felt like she was deliberately scaring the shit outta me!