As it stood, Ngo didn't have his solitude for long in the swamp as along came Molly Coddle and her welcoming party to Twinbrook. Ngo was smitten with Molly and talked to her. Perhaps she would be the one to kickstart his legacy...
The first night he dumpster-dove and then went to take a spongebath and head for the diner to grab a bite to eat.
Morning had him going out to fish in the swamp nearby his home as well as talking to Molly on the phone as much as possible.
Life for Ngo managed to translate into a series of bicycle trips around Twinbrook always either dumpster diving or buying a book to read and talking on the phone to Molly to keep her in the loop and he thought that he was getting somewhere with Molly.
Until he received news that kicked him in the teeth. She was pursuing a guy by the name of Phoenix Prudence.
He was no great shakes in looks, but that hurt. So he put all his effort into amassing his dive-finds and selling them off, bicycling, and meeting new people.
Of course there were a few schmucks along the way...
...who got Ngo's fist in their face especially when they chose to make fun of his nation-origin.
But one could see that being along in the swamp was starting to wear on Ngo. Home back in Viet Nam had family...out here he was alone with no-one to talk to and one could only watch so much TV or listen to world music on the stereo. He was starting to re-develop teh thousand-yard stare that was so familiar to him back in the war.
Max Racket was the next person to get in the face of the "little gook boy...". That was a taunt that Ngo took violent exception to. He'd met these type of people in the war and he gave these animals the beating they rightfully deserved. He knocked Max Racket's lights out. However considering Max Racket's notoriety in shady dealings in Twinbrook, Ngo decided that it would be best if he made himself scarce.
And he wondered if there was a life for him in Twinbrook or whether he would have to seek his luck elsewhere. The Rackets were well-known in Twinbrook and their reputation was notorious, with the exception of the lawman Dudley Racket who had miraculously escaped the criminal net of his family. He was the only good Racket in town and Ngo knew that he could potentially trust Dudley if it came down to an all-out feud with the rest of his family.
So thus Ngo's life in the swamp was a never-ending rotation of dumpster-diving, cycling to and fro and going to the bookstore to grab a skills book to read.
Would he actually find love in the swamp? or even in the town of Twinbrook? It wasn't looking good at this point.
