Lacy looks absently at a painting of a sci-fi Alien with many needle like legs and a mouth that looks like a garbage disposal with teeth being fought off by by men in chunky silver robot costumes with matching laser guns. The painting is all grays, neons and sharp edges. Lacy let’s out a resigned sigh yeah this is not her cup of tea. She looks over at her little brother Tommy in his purple football jersey that is two sizes too big as he stares up open mouthed at the beige centipede like alien made of some sort of styrofoam hang from the ceiling royalty free Star Wars music is pumped through the exhibit giving Lacy a migraine. Well at least Tommy is happy.