One Thousand.

I got them from fighting in underground fight clubs in Tokyo between 2001 and 2003. Spent many nights there throwing punches and drinking bad saké from filthy tin cups. One night a bleach-tipped hot-head decided to bring a barbed chain. Made a nice etch-a-sketch out of my arms and back with it. Scars on scars on scars. One too many though. Dude was found three days later, washed up near the south docks. All six pieces of him.

(Really though, “Anonymous”, how am I supposed to answer that question?)