Three days in solitary, but that wasn't a problem for Yang Yi.
Upon his release from the isolation cell and returning to his own cell, all Yang Yi wanted was a good night's sleep. For others, solitary confinement was a psychological torture, but for him, it was physical.
A good night's sleep was all he needed.
However, when Yang Yi got back to his cell, he discovered someone else had taken his bed.
A Mexican, with tattoos showing on his bare back, was lying on the bottom bunk, legs crossed while reading a magazine.
Seeing Yang Yi come in, the Mexican got off the bed, stood on the floor, and said arrogantly, "I know you're a bad guy."
Yang Yi, impatiently gesturing with his hand, said in a deep voice, "You're new here?"
The Mexican hesitated, then nodded and arrogantly replied, "Yes, but I am…"
"Stop. You know I'm a bad guy and still dare to talk to me like this? Which gang are you with?"
The Mexican replied proudly, "Ninth Street District!"
