'Dear Diary: There is a boy in the back of my class whose eyes are glazed over like newly cut glass,I don't know much about him,only that he lies on the asphalt on his driveway at 3am every night and smokes,his chest rising and falling while he looks closely for stars in the sky when there are only buildings. His name is Alfie. I think that he's an angel. That's all. Good night x' This is a story about nothing and everything, all mixed in together. This is a story about life. This is also a story about an Asphalt Angel called Alfie and a girl called Emma.