Who is TikToker Justin Guzman? Influencer turns himself in after fatal Houston Galleria Mall shooting; check his net worth
, a popular American
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, has been arrested for his alleged involvement in the fatal shooting incident inside a parking garage near Houston's Galleria mall.
Anthony Sanders
, 30, was killed in the incident, which took place in a parking garage at the Westheimer Road address around 5 p.m. on June 3, 2025, according to local media reports.
Guzman, 22, the second suspect in the shooting case, turned himself in to police on Monday, June 30, 2025, and he, along with accomplice Marko Cinan, has been detained and charged with murder. The Houston Police Department (HPD) discovered Sanders with multiple gunshot wounds. He was rushed to Ben Taub General Hospital, where he was pronounced dead.
Guzman, 22, appeared in Probable Cause Court overnight. According to news website Click 2 Houston, the court alleged that as many as 10 shots were fired by both suspects, which claimed Sanders's life.
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Who Is Justin Guzman?
Guzman, a resident of Houston, Texas, rose to fame and garnered a significant following on TikTok, amassing over 130,000 followers on his main account despite facing regular bans, according to the Know Your Meme website. After his main account was banned, he recently started operating through a separate one, @guzmanhimself1, where he managed to garner 52,000 followers as of July 1, 2025.
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As far as his content on the short video sharing website is concerned, Guzman mostly does lip dub and dance videos. He often features his friends in his videos. Besides lip dub and dance, the 22-year-old is also popular among the masses for his comedy skits, according to the Know Your Meme website.
Guzman has a decent fanbase and enjoys popularity, but no information about his social media earnings or net worth is available on the internet. He has often been compared to Vector from the Despicable Me animated movie for his colorful tracksuits and his Edgar haircut.
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Also Read | Aravindan at 90: A legacy outside the market How deeply Ghatak was embedded in Abraham's soul, in his psyche, in his absurd and fanciful ways, comes across vividly in a poem called 'A Tribute To Ritwik Ghatak', snatches from which may be recalled: Ritwik Daa,/ let me call you Ritwik Daa, / I know that you are no more./ But I am, alive for you, believe me./ When the seventh seal is opened/ I will use my camera as my gun/ and I am sure the echo of the sound/ will reverberate in your bones,/ and feed back to me for my inspiration./ Thank you Ritwik Daa,/ I am thanking you/ not with impotency and insipidity./ Ritwik Daa,/ I remember you,/ when the words fail to criticize you,/ Ritwik Daa,/ eternally you are/ in my brain/ in my spirit and / in my Holy Ghost/ Amen. Nearer home, another homegrown poet but certainly not blessed with an iota of the social or artistic credentials of such extraordinary intellectuals as Ghatak or Abraham, sought to give vent to his soul thus: Some artists die/ go to heaven/ or some such place/ rub shoulders/ with heroes and saints/ spend/ rest of their lives/ like museum pieces/ cold/ remote/ untouchable/ Other artists die/ go to hell/ deserve or not/ they burn/ head heart liver spleen/ lower organs too/ burn and burn/ till to ash/ gas/ they turn/ There's one other set/ smallest/ select/ they die like the rest/ but cannot leave/ for another shore/ love of earth/ love of fellows/ follow them/ like hunting shadows/ Love of students/ love of donkeys/ love of cruel deeds/ love of mothers/ love of letters/ love of reason/ love of stories/ love of arguments/ love of fumes/ love of myths/ love of roads rivers/ love of the absurd/ love of the impure/ love of love/ pursue them/ singly/ and in packs/ to hold them back/ where they were/ No heaven/ no hell/ no earth/ no in-between/ only where they were/ exceeding god/ shaming satan/ these unquenched artists/our pride/ joy/ solace. To return to where we began, namely, the brief period during which Ritwik set FTII on fire with his alcoholic tantrums, not to mention the depth and range of his reportedly past-midnight lectures away from the classroom. Saeed Mirza, who went on to build a formidable reputation with his kitschy working-class classics around the violent and sordid underbelly of Bombay, is on record that Ghatak was given to saying that to be a filmmaker, one must carry his childhood in one pocket and, in the other, a bottle of alcohol! While Saeed or Nirad Mahapatra, the one-film Odia auteur remarkable for his poetry of small-town dailiness, took their teacher's mock-heroic, impish advice as no more than an enjoyable metaphor, Abraham embraced it so literally as to singe and scorch and finally burn himself to an untimely end. But not before he had proved himself a resounding credit to his angry, sad, great teacher. Vidyarthy Chatterjee writes on cinema, society, and politics. For several decades now, he has pursued New Malayalam Cinema with great devotion.
