An Open Letter to Eric Zhang

Note: For all my regular readers, my vocabulary is about to suffer. My apologies.

Dear Mr. Zhang:

First, fuck you. Exactly who do you think you are to steal my work and sell it for profit? You have the fucking audacity to not even take my name off the cover. Do you think this is a joke? That my time, energy and creative muscle mean so little to me that I will not do everything in my power to not only reclaim my work but to make sure that you are sanctioned in every way possible?

I am not a get a...