Robert J. Stockton
#J-80992
Pelican Bay State Prison
D - 7 - 124 S.H.U.
PO Box 7500
Crescent City, CA 95532
Nickname: Bobbe John
Age: 33
DOB: 09/08/1977
Height: 6'
Weight: 165
Eye Colour: Brown / Green
Hair Colour: Brown
Race: White
Religion: Free Thinker
Custody Date: 09/09/1994
Offences: 1st Degree Homicide
Use of a Firearm (Minor tried as a Adult)
Sentence: 25 years - Life + 4 years w/parole
Earliest Release Date:
05/22/2014
Earliest Release Type: PAROLE ELIGIBILITY DATE
Parole Hearing Date: 05/22/2014
Parole Hearing Type: INITIAL RELEASE APPEARANCE
Parole Eligibility Date: 05/22/2014
Conditional Release Date: n/a
Maximum Expiration Date: Life
Page Listed: 11/12/2010
Seeking: Open To All
Sexual Preference: Don't Care
Hobbies: Writing, Drawing, Poetry, Reading, Studies; that involves self improvement. (Rehabilitation) Psychology and exercise.
Dreams and/or Wishes: My dreams are to be successful upon re-entering society and to have enough education to maintain, and become a contributor (working part) of society. My wishes are many but many that start w/ a success to others who re-enter society upon their releases. And I wish to find a way to help our youth "to see" and be influenced to not take the path "we" (in prison) have mistakenly taken; to show them a better way.
A bit about yourself you'd like the pen pals to know: I was sixteen at the time I was involved w/ this crime. I've no history of crime before that, except for minor juvenile offences. I was tried as an adult so I grew up inside prison. I only spent 30 days of this "time" in a youth authority. I was sent straight to prison. I'm not bitter or blameful. I've come to terms w/ my role in that tragic event I was involved in. I now try to learn and be better. I've missed out on so much in life, love and experience. But I thrive on those unknowns and live to meet them. I'm looking to share a real word w/ others. Outside these walls. As I know there is a real world out there. I'll always strive to be apart of it, and who is ever out there, that will accept me. All letters are good letters, I'll respond, please write direct, as I am not allowed e-mail. Thank you
"I'm Missin'"
The tides of wonder within me, won't seem to descend
& only God really knows, of all the places I've been.
The winds of change are more constant, but all stays the same.
Not really sure where to go, to escape all the blame.
and then the darkness consumes, like the secrets of life.
I close my eyes to think bright, and pledge a new plight.
'til the sun's rays edge towards me, my head starts to spin,
afraid of the world, while fighting facilities I'm in.
This "Time" is my penance
my choices led here.
Riding the path of delinquence
sworn strength and no fear
the courts concur of acquiesce,
through all of moms tears.
And as I think back to my sentence,
I wish she was near
so with all on my page.
Meet my true regression,
as I try to find my way,
to gather all that I'm missin!
We pay with our free doing, for this "room & board,"
& its far from "Having it made"; we're men, warehoused and stored.
My mother I've missed her, I'm lost and I'm vice.
Me and pops can't get it together, we're like day and nite.
The world that leads us, seems on the tilt.
We're never sure what is real, w/all that we've built.
And the friends that I once kenw, faded like the mist.
But any can be destine, to a price such as this.
So when you think life is too much, think of my regress,
sit back in a thought, and think of all you could miss.
**Please note that prisoners cannot respond to e-mail via computer so if you want a response you must include your name and mailing address. Inmates do not have access to internet or email.**
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