Neighbor Jay

This is my neighbor Jay. I like him a lot. According to my mother, we have known each other since we were kids. Neither of us remember that though. One time in conversation, while referencing a local tattoo artist, he pointed at one of his face tattoos. He mistakenly pointed to the opposite side of his face. This lead me to wonder: "How many tattoos does one have to have before one forgets were they're face tattoos are?". He has since gotten one more. Maybe two.