Reading these stories, I sort of feel like I really got to know PKD. Some of them I could just imagine him desperately trying to crank out something, anything, to pay the bills, while on drugs (like a psychedelic psychotic Kilgore Trout). I felt like I was getting a peek behind the curtain of PKD's renowned lifelong mental and marital problems. The ones where you could tell one his marriages was falling apart when he wrote them were the worst. "The Pre-Persons" in particular was like a short story version of a Ward Sutton "Kelly" cartoon about feminism and abortion. "Cadbury the Beaver Who Lacked" was like the Lockhorns on drugs & transformed into a fairy tale. I recommend skipping those two, unless you really want to see Dick at his most Dickish. The rest of the stories ranged from pretty great to pretty good.