In a Small East Texas Town, One Man Fights for His Right to Medical Marijuana-and Suffers the Consequences.

Off of a dead-end street in the lush woodlands of East Texas, Chris Cain rides his motorized wheelchair to his trailer's front door and pushes it open with his wrist. With his barking Chihuahua trailing behind, he spins and leads me toward his office space, excusing the place's appearance. "It's been through two hurricanes and two police raids. It's had it," he drawls. In his living room, worn couches face a big-screen television. With a goatee and shoulder-length hair, Cain, 41, calls himself a "rocker."

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