who knew something so depressing could be so close to SF?

There wasn't much of interest on the island to photograph, so here's a pic looking away from it.

Between not owning a car and having never had a reason to go to Treasure Island, it took me a whole three years to visit The Island.  I had always assumed Treasure Island would have something cool about it: maybe an off-the-radar bar, or tons of cool graffiti, or a sick BMX park so the flickrs could take rad photos of bros catching air with the Bay Bridge in the background.  Of course, my assumptions were crushed.  After spending approximately 45 minutes on the nearly-deserted Island, where the coolest thing you can do is buy Doritos at the packie that seems to close around sunset, there was a crippling urge to head back to the land of Leader frames and PBR.  Hitting the Bay Bridge, my buddy Kirt nailed it: "Who knew something so depressing could be so close to SF?  You must literally have the most depressing life living there.  Crap, I just spent a few minutes there and I can't wait to never go back."

With that, I would like to congratulate the city of San Francisco for finally acquiring The Island.

Peace out, US Navy (via Octoferret)