Drama, Vodka, Sex, and Blood

Before I came to Denmark, Henrik introduced me to his Swedish fuck buddy over Skype. At that time I was planning to go to Sweden, so he was trying to do me a favor by setting me up with a local. The Swede and I friended each other on Facebook.

Unfortunately, he told her about my blog. It was upsetting to her since she was a diehard feminist, as most Swedish girls are. Our subsequent chats consisted of her bitching me out about my sexist beliefs, so I was forced to remove her on Facebook and block her on Skype. She’ll become important later.

Henrik adamantly refused to take my advice on dating a new dream girl he had met right before I came to Copenhagen. She proceeded to dump him after the second date, before they could do more than kiss. He was much less responsive to my ideas than when we were in Rio. It seemed that spending a year in Copenhagen with his old friends had caused him to fully regress to being a nice guy.

For the first month, Henrik and I went out one or two nights a week, reliving some of our Rio days. We joked about how our friendship was unlikely since we believed essentially the opposite of everything, especially women. He was a romantic beta who wanted a long-term relationship, and I the shallow gash hound who just wanted to fuck something for the night.

Over the next few weeks, I started to develop a mild resentment that he didn’t see things the way I did, even when I led by example. How could he not come to the same conclusions I had? Why did he insist on spitting a game that made it harder to get with women? A crack in the friendship developed when one night I got angry at him after he pulled me away from talking to a girl at last call. The reason? He was “bored.” He wanted entertainment while I was focused on getting laid.

I tried my best to rationalize how much his friendship meant to me, but now he was doing actual harm. I began to see only the negatives. Instead of bickering with him like my instinct was telling me, I realized that with only one more month remaining in Denmark it would be best to just take it easy until I left. There was no point burning a bridge when in all likelihood our friendship was going to dissipate anyway.

One night I convinced him to go out with me to a bar. He met a tall Polish girl. They connected quickly and the following Friday he invited me out to dinner and drinks with her and her friend. It sounded like a four or five-hour affair, so I asked him to send me a picture of the friend. If she was at least a 6, I’d go. She turned out to be a beast, so I told him, “Thanks, but no thanks.”

Then he disappeared. I didn’t hear from him in more than a week, even though we had been contacting each other almost every day. He finally messaged me to say he was going on a two-week trip with his buddy Paul to the Middle East.

During the three weeks I didn’t see him, I experienced a hot streak. It felt like pussy was falling from the sky. I was getting so much more going out alone than with Henrik as my wingman that I began thinking hard about our friendship. I concluded that we were friends because of my loneliness, not because we were a good match.

In no way did I blame him for not getting laid. I take full responsibility for my sex life, but his absence made me realize that I no longer needed him, or any other guy, to help me meet women. I didn’t need a guy to put me in a social mood, and I didn’t need him to wing me. A can of worms opened up where I asked myself what was more important to my life, friendship or casual sex.

Fast forward a month to my last Saturday night in Copenhagen. Henrik came back from his trip and I was genuinely excited to hang out with him for what would probably be the last time. He told me he had invited one of his friends for my goodbye celebration. It turned out to be the same Swedish girl who had beefed with me online.

I was annoyed, but tried to keep a positive attitude, saying I’d be nice to her. I went to my favorite bar and told him to meet me there.

While waiting alone, I talked to three friendly Danish girls, one of whom I took a liking to. Our conversation was going well when all of a sudden an ugly hog came between us and started stroking my arm.

“Excuse me, but I’m having a conversation with someone,” I said to her.

She didn’t move. I increased my volume: “I can’t talk to you right now, so can you please move?” I wasn’t surprised because it has actually happened before where Danish beasts had come up to me and refused to take no for an answer. Then I saw Henrik out of the corner of my eye, laughing. It turned out that the beast was the Swedish girl.

I put on a fake smile and politely asked the Swedish girl if she would move so I could resume my conversation.

“You don’t like me, do you?” the Swedish girl asked.

“You’re very quick.”

“But why not?”

“Look, I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t like you, and now you’re interrupting my conversation with someone. Leave me alone.”

She walked away while giving me the middle finger. I resumed my chat with the Danish girl. Ten minutes later, the Swedish girl interrupted us again.

I looked at Henrik and said, “Hey buddy, thanks a fucking lot for bringing this stupid bitch here on my last night. That’s how much my friendship means to you, huh?”

“I’m not a bitch!” the Swedish girl shouted.

“Yes, you are. A stupid, ugly, fat, cockblocking bitch. Now get the fuck out of my face.”

“Don’t try to intimidate me!”

Then Henrik said, “Don’t talk that way about my friends.”

“So now she’s your friend and I’m not. Okay man, I see how it is. Well you know what? She can fuck off and so can you.”

“You’re just being angry now,” Henrik said.

“No shit I’m angry. What kind of friend are you? You know it’s my last night and you bring a girl who gives me shit and then cockblocks me. You disappear for a week because I don’t want to go on some lame double date. Fuck all that.”

“And do you know why I disappeared on you? Because I was trying to teach you the value of friendship for not wanting to hang out with me and my girl’s friend.”

The bar was dark, but my face was shining a molten red. I felt ambushed, like it had been his plan to start drama with a girl he already knew had been giving me problems.

I said, “Hold on, let me get this straight. You ditched me because I didn’t want to waste a Friday night with your girl’s ugly ass friend? Are you my dad, trying to teach me a lesson?” I took my phone out of my pocket, removed the SIM card he had given me when I arrived in Copenhagen and threw it at him. “Take your fucking SIM card and go fuck off with that ugly fat bitch. FUCK YOU!”

Did I overreact? Possibly, but I didn’t want a friend who was capable of making me that upset. Our friendship, spanning two continents and seventeen months, was over. They walked away and left the bar.

The Danish girl I’d been talking to witnessed my temper tantrum, freaked out, and also walked away. I was no longer in any mood to talk to girls. I just wanted to go home, but it felt like that was what Henrik and the Swedish girl would have wanted. I decided to stay. In the next hour, I slowly got my mood back. I focused on drinking vodka from my spot, making small talk with the guys and girls around me.

I started chatting with a 28-year-old woman. Things were going well, but then I got into a heated argument with a drunk Danish guy who almost pushed me off my chair as he tried to get a drink at the bar. I told him to stop, he didn’t, and we were on the verge of blows until his friend broke it up. He was considerably bigger than me, but I had so much anger bubbling underneath that I was ready to fight and get beat up. The Danish woman walked away. Scandinavians are a peaceful bunch that don’t like displays of violence or aggression.

I was very edgy, but tried my best to remain calm. I knew I was failing when a gay guy came up to me and said, “Man, you look really pissed!”

Two ugly girls approached me but I didn’t indulge them for long. It was getting late and I was losing hope. Sure, my mood could’ve been better, but there just weren’t any cute girls to talk to. I sat in silence for what seemed like forever, stewing about the night’s events, when two young girls came into the bar. I forced myself to approach.

“You guys don’t look like you’re from here,” I said. I went through the motions until a conversation hooked. I ended up talking to the blonde while her brunette friend flirted with the bartender.

The night before, I stupidly told girls I was leaving “in a few days.” I went home alone, without a number or a kiss, the first time I’d gotten absolutely nothing since flying solo without Henrik. I’m positive my knightly honesty was the reason why. I find it weird that even when a girl wants a one-night stand, she needs to be able to rationalize it by saying to herself that a relationship could have developed.

I learned from my mistake. When the blonde asked me when I was leaving, I said, “I live here,” even though my flight was scheduled to leave in four days. Twenty minutes later I was making out with her while the friend was making out with the bartender. I bought a round of drinks and soon it was almost five a.m. I asked if she wanted to go. She said, “I can’t leave without my friend.”

Her friend told us she wanted to wait for the bartender until he was done closing the bar. Of course she didn’t want to wait alone, so the three of us sat on a bench outside, in the cold, for an hour.

My girl was falling asleep, so I talked gibberish to keep her awake. Finally the bartender came and took the friend away. I said to my girl, “Do you want to hang out at my place for a little while?”

“Yes, but we can only sleep.”

“That’s fine,” I said. “I’m tired anyway.”

We walked to my apartment.

Once on my bed clothes began coming off, but I was getting a shitload of resistance. She said, “I’m not very experienced at this.” She was 18 years old.

I said, “We can take it easy and slow, no rush.” Then I uttered the biggest lie of the night: “I want it to feel good for you. I’m not worried about me.”

It worked.

The poor girl was so self-conscious that she didn’t even like it when I looked at her pussy to do the insertion, and insisted on leaving her shirt on. Centimeter by centimeter, I worked it in by feel with the help of about a gallon of lube.

I can assure you that the sex didn’t feel good for her, but toward the end I could get some rhythm going and actually busted my nut. Then I saw all the blood on my bed.

The sex was awful, but I didn’t care because wounding that 18-year-old pussy left my dick hard until she left. I don’t know why, but the fact that she was thirteen years younger than me aroused me tremendously. She asked if I wanted to hang out again and I told her maybe, but I’d be out of town for a while. I didn’t feel at all bad or guilty about what I did.

I never spoke to Henrik again.

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Invictus III
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There are friends that get the group laid and those that fuck it up for everyone. Going it alone is often the most surefire solution to your cockblocking friends. Great post man as always.

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” It was upsetting to her since she was a diehard feminist, as most Swedish girls are.”

Have you ever been to Sweden?

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I’ve gotten to the point where I just prefer to roll out alone. I get tired of trying to justify my desire to get pussy with a bunch of dude’s who want to drop 50 bucks at the bar talking about sports.

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I’m not going to judge you on any of this, but I would have swallowed the anger, smiled and tolerated everything. If you have hundreds of bangs behind you, including some in Denmark, what does it mean to let go of one more for the sake of preserving a friendship?

Henrik was arrogant and self-righteous at that moment, and kept atrocious company, but you two had shared lots of good times before. I don’t think I’d let go of that. Yes, you were rewarded for your conviction and sticking to your beliefs by busting hot young (virgin) pussy later, but I still think that, in the long run, it wasn’t worth it.

On the other hand, this only shows how transient friendships (and relationships) made after childhood really are. Once they’re all grown up, people are often too focused on their own goals and too sure of their worldview to bond with others with the same strength as before.

Very interesting story.

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I dont condemn him for acting out against the danish dude, friendships are meant to be alive, breathing relationships with life force and a future and not something to politely put in the window for the looks..
na zdrowie!

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“I didn’t want a friend who was capable of making me that upset.”

If a friend can’t make you upset, he’s not really your friend because you don’t care about him.

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@Anonymous
I’ve been to Sweden, lived there a few years, and that is true for a large percentage of the women there. Of course there are exceptions, but there are exceptions to every rule.

You sound like the kind of guy who thrives on splitting hairs and trying to find intellectual flaws in everything someone says.

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What did the feminazi want, to be friends with you after she hectored you about your non-feminist views?

I am not surprised that she looked like a pig. All the feminists do.

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I’m going through something similar with a friend of mine, Roosh. The lesson I have learned is that a relationship can last and be healthy only as long as the parties involved have more goals and ideas in common than not. In the initial phase of your friendship, you were possibly in that situation, when you had more stuff in common (feelings of having stuff in c”common” being amplified by loneliness, as you mentioned). For example, you were both travelling, both adventurous in a way, both seeking pussy (I guess he was too, since he was so far outside his comfort zone, in Brazil), both liked using your minds/intellects to process your circumstances and experiences, and possibly related on other grounds like sense of humor, etc…but with time, once those initial emotions are exchanged and exhausted, and the differences in your outlooks (that were always there, but easier to ignore in the past due to your having other commonalities) start to become more apparent and it become harder to maintain a friendship.

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@Marmot:

I would agree with what you say only if that douche bag Henrik didn’t get to know Roosh and what his aim is when he is going out at night. But he knew the deal. Would I want Roosh to be my friend? Is he a Machiavellian? Bros before whores? These questions are irrelevant. Henrik is a douche bag and is lucky Roosh did not punch him in the face considering Roosh’s claim to be an alpha and not giving a shit what people think about him!

Teaching him a lesson, who the fuck does he think he is? It’s like that with most Scandinavian people, they think they are better than the rest of the world, judging people etc. Most Swedes blame the US and Russia for the wars, poverty in Africa while the country they are very proud of belonging to is one of the biggest arms exporter on the face of the earth. They think they are very good educated but I met a lot of ignorant fucks from there who don’t even do the required knowledge before having a say about the topics being discussed.

Uptight bastard, I got pissed even reading it which means it was a good read Roosh, thumbs up!

PS: Every friendship, relationship we have is based on trade, what you give and how it makes you feel, what you get and how it makes you feel. Some are purer, some depend merely on benefits but still it is a trade as you spend resources (time, money) to meet the person and in return feel happier or get involved in a social circle, or have sex…

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“what does it mean to let go of one more for the sake of preserving a friendship?”

“If a friend can’t make you upset, he’s not really your friend because you don’t care about him.”

Addicts don’t have any friends except for their addiction. Not a single one.

They might have acquaintances that don’t get in the way of their addiction but that’s all.

The addiction here isn’t sex, it’s getting away with lying and manipulation.

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you sound like one very troubled man.

First of all, it’s clear your story of what happene is a very biased account, written solely to get back at your old friend in a petty, vicious, bitchy way. It was almost like reading a gay male episode of sex in the city.

Secondly, your behavior and attitude of valueing some random girl you meet in a bar overhonor, loyalty, empathy, and compassion makes me realize how deeply selfish this entire experience has made you. Where have your morals gone? Or is pussy the only moral compass you now have? I am ashamed of you as man.

I’m a guy who has slept with 200+ women in countries around the world. I even know guys who met YOU in real-life. It’s now clear that you are a sociopath. You care about no one, male or female, and you have become very, very ugly on the inside.

As a man who lives the international life you wish you had, I urge you to take a long, hard look at yourself. You are no longer a man. You’ve become a bitch.

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I’m a 44 year old man. I first started reading GAME blogs including this blog by Roosh and books since 2009. Over 20 years ago knowing much less than I did starting in 2009 and certainly now, I could have told you that if you asked a male friend to go on a (double) date with an ugly or otherwise disagreeable woman, you are asking for a lot, and it would be understandable if he refused. If your male friend dated or even talked to a woman he found undesirable for your sake meant you owed this a friend a big favor or a few small favors which I knew over 20 years ago. I also understood over 20 years ago that intentionally cockblocking in most circumstances(exceptions: dangerous woman, crazy trying women, venereal diseases or pregnancies)a male friend from getting sex from a woman was a bad idea and should not be done if you wanted to maintain your friendship with him. Even unintentionally cockblocking a friend or getting upset and acting in unacceptable ways because your male friend did not want to date an undesirable woman could ruin your friendship, and I knew this over 20 years ago.

I knew all of these things I mentioned above 20 years before “Mystery” Erik Von Markovick and “Style” Neil Strauss published their books starting in the late 1990s. I never even heard of these men nor their books until 2009, and still I knew better on at least some, but not all or maybe even most things regarding GAME.

I probably would not have cut Henrik off from friendship, but I would have reduced its importance and would have limited our interactions as much as possible to more agreeable situations for me. I don’t have anything against Roosh for doing what he did concerning how he handled his friendship with Henrik. I may have done the same as Roosh as in getting angry, stating clearly why I was angry and ending the friendship with Henrik.

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Some friends just salt game and that’s how it is. I solved the problem by compartmentalizing. I only go out and game alone or with a select few wings that complement my style. Otherwise, when I hang with my buddies, things aren’t centered around picking up and banging chicks.

Your boy was being a dick, and you told him off. Don’t see why that should end the friendship unless you really just don’t like the guy. If you haven’t almost come to blows with (our at least cursed out) your best friends at done point, they probably aren’t very good friends.

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Good story. Reminds me of a journal article on seinfeld I read recently, where the author pointed out that it is our “shared vices that unite us, not the ratification of our virtues.” This story confirmed that for me.

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Wow, great story Roosh.

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@Cliff Arroyo: Are you still a virgin?

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Why does your friendship with him have to be based on going out and getting laid? Why can’t you just be friends with him outside that context like hanging out with him without worrying about getting laid?

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How are you guys defending Henrik? ‘Friend’ and ‘block’ don’t belong together in the same sentence. Friends are supposed to enable.

Either you fuckers are shitty friends, or are blockers yourselves.

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I agree with Silent. Obv. the people defending Henrik are fucking pussies. There’s no need to use eloquent language to describe people who are of that particular disposition.

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You were right to ditch Henrik by the looks of things. A few days ago I was explaining to my dad what ‘cockblocking’ was. He said “that’s disgusting behaviour, nobody who does that is a friend”. Friends do not do this shit to each other.

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While this lifestyle doesn’t seem altogether healthy, congrats on telling the Swedish femcunt to fuck off and confronting Henrik.

Any anonymous 2, of course the majority of Swedish women hold nutcase feminist views. Sweden is the most feminist country in the world and even our conservative politicians can’t shut the hell up about how feminist they are.

We’re at the point where publicly stating that there are *ANY* significant inate differences between men and women is considered dangerously subversive. As well as doing a damn god run at becoming world champions of auto-genocide through importing vast amounts of immigrants with quadruple our birth rate and zero human capital. Sweden’s just as far away from a sane society as North Korea or Afghanistan.

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Any long time reader who is halfway intelligent could read between the lines and realize there was a falling out. You were excited to see him again and then when you arrived, there was almost a complete absence of reference to him.

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This is a textbook example of why I say the ‘Bros Before Hos’ line is just what beta chumps tell each other when they’re in between girlfriends. It’s this lame attempt to make their necessity (in this case comradery) a virtue.

Law 10: Infection: Avoid the Unhappy and Unlucky

You can die from someone else’s misery— emotional states are as infectious as diseases. You may feel you are helping the drowning man but you are only precipitating your own disaster. The unfortunate sometimes draw misfortune on themselves; they will also draw it on you. Associate with the happy and fortunate instead.

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First time I read this, it made absolutely no sense to me. After a second reading, it sounds like some kind of cultural miscommunication. The feminist was Henrik’s FWB, so he obviously didn’t see her obnoxiousness. Maybe he invited her to try to avoid cockblocking Roosh, which had happened in the past when Henrik got bored and wanted company. The FWB would keep him company so Roosh could game. The screwup was that he didn’t realize that his FWB would make such a scene. She’s the one that deserves the scorn, IMO, not Henrik.

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Do you think the chick was a virgin?

[Roosh: I asked… she said no.]

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Fuck that bitch ass faggot henrick. Good thing you cut him off but you really shouldve punched him at least in the gut and then punched the fem hog too.

I dunno maybe that wouldve got you arrested but fuck that whole situation wouldve made me blow up in a caveman rage. What a fuckin PUSSY that guy is. In fact that would probably build some character in his weak ass brittle boned body. To get the absolute shit beat out of him by another man for being such a disrespectful cunt.

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Henrik seems like a massive cockblock.

Most guy friends would not behave like him, for one nobody would pressure another guy to go on a double date with a beast.

I’m pretty sure this is common practice everywhere. Guys don’t force their guy friends to hook up with beasts. If someone does take one for the team its honored as a great sacrifice instead of an obligation.

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You are a great story teller Roosh. I actually felt myself getting angry reading that shit. Can you imagine one of our friends pulling that shit.

It seems Scandanavians are big time pussy worshiping passive aggressive twats. They make American white guy betas look masculine. “I wanted to teach you value of friendship” Hahahahahaha

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Julian Assange: “Sweden is the Saudi Arabia of feminism.”

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You might find this funny, but its highly important to keep friendships as it is good for the soul. And friendships should be free of self-interest, otherwise they are not real friendships.

What you need to do next time with friends who you find cock-blocking is to simply change the time that you interact with them i.e. when you are not trying to get laid. Rather than get angry.

Since you are very successful in getting laid, you may want to actively schedule days of the week where you devote time solely to friendship and other higher human pastimes. Like 2 out of 7 days, and the rest you indulge 🙂

Otherwise you run the risk of becoming a sex automaton, which might sound like a great thing but is in fact very, very dangerous…psychologically at least

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who thinks #12 is a playboy as he (she?) claims to be and who thinks he (she?) is a bitch?

ima go with cranky little bitch

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Not good if you felt no guilt for destroying the young girl under those circumstances/false pretenses. To feel zero guilt for that one is a big red flag.

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Great story…Inspirational..

Gives all men hope.

Its very hard to find a wingman that is positive and open minded.

That is why, we all must go out alone.

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It often leads to trouble when two buddies let girls and their issues come between them or even near them. Unless the rules are made very clear upfront. And a good friendship between to guys should never end over girls.

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What surprises me a bit is Henrik’s attitude toward his girls at home after having been in Brazil and all.

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Is everyone missing the best part of the story?

Roosh deflowered an eighteen-year-old girl.

+1 for the Rooshman.

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#31 has a point. Friendship has its own value. You need balance. It’s not so bad to have male friends who you hang out with just for friendship’s sake, without trying to get girls.

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The feminist baiting in here is hilarious.

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Roosh is a character in his own story. That all.

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Poor story but interesting read. Henrik is a douchbag and I`m surprised you, Roosh, kept him near you for so long. As for a young girl, I think she was a virgin but said she was not fearing you would not plunge. She wanted to lose her virginity, so she used you just as much as you used her. After all you did your “job” with her perfectly and she should only be grateful it was Roosh and not one of local idiots.

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i loved this story. your “just dont give a shit attitude” is awesome. keep up the good work!

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Roosh, you’re a deeply damaged and messed up human being. The path you’re going down now is like watching a train wreck in slow motion.

But I’ll be damned if it isn’t an entertaining one.

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If a friendship doesn’t help you move forward then it’s only holding you back.

Like I always say there are rules to this shit. Henrik was different cause now he was at home base, he was surrounded by his friends and family in familiar surroundings. It was natural for him to revert to his Beta life because he had nothing to lose. But in South America he didn’t have these comforts so he had to adapt to Roosh’s thinking and bonding to get laid.

To me as one of Roosh’s best friend reading this it felt like Henrik used Roosh’s friendship and knowledge when it suited him in South America but in Sweden he didn’t return the favor, but any secret hate he had built up all this time came to light.

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Rosh, man. Reading your blog for the pat three years has been great, but you are clearly in a serious downward spiral. Maybe take some time off to refocus. You don’t even sound like you are enjoying it anymore.

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You’re such a mess. I almost feel sad for you.

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Henrik is actually the one violating the rule of bros before hos. It seems to me he probably set this affair up and used Roosh as a prop so he could present himself as the good little feminist to the femcunt.

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I think you are in love with your Danish friend

Anonymous
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VK right on the money.

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Your friend was being an asshole, and it makes sense to avoid further contact with him. That said, if you had been a little bit nicer to the Swedish girl when she approached you in the bar, you could have still gotten laid, and avoided this whole thing.

The story of lying to the virgin girl, having sex with her, and then not calling back sounds slightly sociopathic. Not too much, but I would keep a check on it.