Addison Doug and his two fellow time travelers seem to have caused a time loop wherein
everyone is reliving the same events with only vague memories of what happened on the
previous loop.
Every man has more to live for than every other man. I don’t have a cute chick to sleep
with, but I’d like to see the semi’s rolling along the Riverside Freeway at sunset a
few more times. It’s not what you have to live for; it’s that you want to live to see
it, to be there—that’s what is so damn sad.