This is a solid, not bad collection of short stories. If the you read the back in a used bookstore and it piqued your interest, I think it’s worth the read. The stories are very short so it isn’t too painful reading through ones you don’t like. 

Kinsella does a good job of telling a mundane story with a suddenly surreal but still mundane twist as well as telling a slightly surreal story from the start as if it's mundane. The stories where he does this best are a nice read, others are obnoxious or feel like the 1980s equivalent of half-baked YouTuber poetry.  The prose really hits in some places, in other places it tries to hit but overshoots. 

Definitely crass at times if that is not your taste, but you can skip “King of the Street” where the crassness is most concentrated. If you like the bizarre trip that is Warriors (1979), you might like Kinsella’s “King of the Street”. 

CW: 

Generally, this gives big Straight White Man^TM energy. There is some weird fixation and objectification of women (if you skip “King of the Street”, you’ll miss most of this) and some outdated terms for and weird representations of ethnic groups. Lots of talk of sex workers in less of a slut-shamey way and more of “these women are set pieces in the rough-around-the-edges world of skid row” way.  

Specifically,

there’s a story about a man convicted of second-degree book fondling that parallels very closely with someone being convicted for being in possession of child pornography.

This story felt in poor taste to me.